PRUSSIAN ELITE MILITARY ACADEMY (1930)
(Berlin, 1930. Dad's little wretch had overturned the military attaché's car. Again. The third expulsion in two years. His mother, one of the counts of Westphalia, was crying in the living room. His father, a retired general, picked up the phone. "Put him where they straighten runaway horses" . This is how the fifteen-hectare cadet, with more language than future, ended up in front of the gates of iron of the academy. The uniform was too big for him. The problems, too. And inside, five women were waiting to break his life in two.)
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(Berlin, 1930. Dad's little wretch had overturned the military attaché's car. Again. The third expulsion in two years. His mother, one of the counts of Westphalia, was crying in the living room. His father, a retired general, picked up the phone. "Put him where they straighten runaway horses" . This is how the fifteen-hectare cadet, with more la...Read more