A Teufel snip for change!
Hagen walked over to his window and looked out at the city. The streets were lined with flapping swastika banners, bright red against the slate grey sky. They were so crisp. So simple. So beautiful. They undulated with such symmetry in the wind that hammered the city relentlessly. They called to him, and he lost himself in the vision, slowly tuning out the men talking behind him. A group of birds flew by, late in their migration, forming great Vs in the sky. The weather had been rather warm, but this wind smelled of change; it reeked of winter. Soon the snow would fly and the city would be buried under a blanket. He didn’t like this time of year. Winter was always so bleak. It made him restless, and made him feel the loss of his family. It had been no real chore for him to give up the holidays as was dictated by the SS. SS men were supposed to follow the old Germanic traditions and not the Christian ones. They celebrated wildly at midsummer, as opposed to midwinter, which suited Hagen far better. He had lost his faith in God in the trenches, spurning his own Lutheran background. He paid some lip service to Himmler’s recreated religion when it suited him, and the rest of the time followed his own way. He knew there were many men who celebrated Christmas in secret, who couldn’t give up their faith, and it was one thing Hagen couldn’t hold against them. Himmler’s assertions that all men follow his religion struck Hagen as faintly ridiculous. What was the point? Some men had faith and some didn’t. It was quite simple. For some winter was special. He was not of their number.
He crossed his arms over his chest, still lost in the portrait world outside. Down on the street below, a woman and her child were struggling against the wind. The woman’s coat whipped against her legs and she had to lean into the blow to keep her balance. She held onto the child with one hand and a marketing sack in the other. The child, who wore a bright green coat, looked up and pointed with wonder at the huge twenty foot banners on the building across the way. The mother followed her child’s finger and stopped for a moment, enjoying the same phenomena Hagen had. Soon they continued in their fight against the strange weather. He wondered why they were in the street, and where they were going. This was primarily a government district after all. Were they on their way to visit someone? Taking father his lunch, perhaps? Maybe they were on their way home from some appointment. Hagen was curious. He wished he could find out more about them. They had touched him as they shared the same vision he had.