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Sunday 27 May 2012

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The people in the streets were apathetic when I drove to the Rundfunk for my first broadcast at eight-fifteen a.m. Across from the Adlon the morning shift of workers was busy on the new I.G. Farben building just as if nothing had happened. None of the men bought the Extras which the newsboys were shouting. Along the east-west axis the Luftwaffe were mounting five big anti-aircraft guns to protect Hitler when he addressed the Reichstag at ten a.m. Jordan and I had to remain at the radio to handle Hitler’s speech for America. Throughout the speech, I thought as I listened, ran a curious strain, as though Hitler himself were dazed at the fix he had got himself into and felt a little desperate about it. Somehow he did not carry conviction and there was much less cheering in the Reichstag  than on previous, less important occasions. Jordan must have reacted the same way. As we waited to translate the speech for America, he whispered:  “Sounds like his swan-song.” It really did.

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