I Don’t Need Nazis In My Germany

May 8, 1938

Northern Germany, Berlin, Hjalmar Schacht's Mansion

"Dietrich, welcome."

"Mother.

Have you been well?"

I had grown used to acting affectionately toward Luise Sowa, my mother as Dietrich.

Honestly, at first, it didn't feel real that she was my mother, so I had to make a constant effort, but seeing how happy she was that her Unruly Scoundrel of a son was being kind to her was rewarding in its own way.

But my purpose today wasn't simply to see my mother.

While part of it was to treat her a little better in place of that Scoundrel Dietrich, I had never forgotten my true goal.