When I compare the deeper conclusions that Hitler and I drew from the same painful experience – the one fury, defiance and the resolve to become a politician, the other doubt as to the validity of the rules of the game, and a horrified foreboding of the unpredictability of life – then I cannot help thinking that the reaction of the eleven-year-old child was more mature than that of the twenty-nine-year-old adult. Undoubtedly, at that moment it was written in the stars that I could never be on friendly terms with Hitler’s Reich.
