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Wehrmacht
Parteiadler
“It is thus necessary that the individual should finally come to realize that his own ego is of no importance in comparison with the existence of the nation, that the position of the individual is conditioned solely by the interests of the nation as a whole.”
“Parallel to the training of the body a struggle against the poisoning of the soul must begin.”
Klugscheisser: the intelligence shitter.
“You asked if I had faith. I don’t. Faith is belief based on spiritual conviction instead of proof. You could say that the nature of my convictions has changed recently. Faith is no longer an absolute requirement.”
“I don’t want proof, not of what I now believe through faith. If I had proof, I would have no need of faith, and it is faith that sustains me. And, in my experience, people may say that they want proof, but the last time God gave it to them, they nailed it to a tree.”
Kamaradenwerk,
Odessa ceased to exist about 1952 and was replaced by an organization called Kameradenwerke (“Comrade Workshop”), which over the following decades sought to aid former Nazis overseas in avoiding capture and maintaining concealment. Whereas Odessa’s work was centred in Germany, Kameradenwerke’s operations were conducted in foreign lands, especially where governments were sympathetic to ultra-right-wing causes, as in Argentina, Paraguay, and Chile.
Geldscheisser,
a traditional German folk art figurine, often given as a New Year's gift, that literally translates to "money crapper" and symbolizes wealth and good fortune. The figure depicts a person with money coming from their behind, signifying their ability to be generous and pay for others.
“This one has the breath of God upon him. This one bleeds from the palms of his hands. . . .”
Yet, like the woman who hovered in the background, waiting for this man to die, he had a kind of love for Cambion, and a deep loyalty. He loved him because it was too easy to hate him. He was loyal to him because there was so much to betray. Edmund used the cloth to wipe Cambion’s mouth.
And here, in the place in which he had almost died, the home that he had once shared with Rachel and Sam, he felt suddenly overwhelmed by emotion—rage, gratitude, guilt, regret. He sat in his office chair, buried his face in his hands, and did not move for a long time.
Obersturmbannführer
Obersturmbannführer ([ˈoːbɐʃtʊʁmbanfyːʁɐ], lit. 'senior assault-unit leader', short: Ostubaf) was a paramilitary rank in the German Nazi Party (NSDAP) which was used by the SA (Sturmabteilung) and the SS (Schutzstaffel). The rank of Obersturmbannführer was junior to the rank of Standartenführer, and was equivalent to the military rank of Oberstleutnant (lieutenant colonel) in the German Army.
Mittelbau-Dora
[We] will pursue them to the uttermost ends of the earth and will deliver them to their accusors in order that justice may be done. From “Concerning Responsibility of Hitlerites for Committed Atrocities,” October 30, 1943, signed by Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin
simulacrum
An unsatisfactory imitation or substitute
assented
The expression of approval or agreement
He made a cup of coffee, unzipped the pouch, and removed the sheaf of papers that it contained. In the glow of his computer screen, he began to read the list of names.
blöde Fotze
Fucking cunt
Fick euch!
Fuck you or fuck y’all
Bundesarchiv.
German Federal Archives
“What man offers in heroism on the field of battle, woman equals with unending perseverance and sacrifice,” he had once told her, quoting one of Hitler’s maxims,
“What the fuck is this?” “It’s an agreement,” said Parker. “The Federal Bureau of Investigation is going to hire me as a freelance contractor and adviser on cases linked to your office. Basically, you’re going to put me on retainer. You can feel free to play with the language a little, but I’d appreciate if you’d run the final version by my lawyer, Aimee Price, before signing it. I don’t want you stiffing me in the small print.”
He handed Ross two more sheets of paper, stapled together. They contained a list of typewritten names, most of them with sums of money beside them. “Those came from a plane that crashed in the Great North Woods of Maine in 2001. I think you know what they are, but in case you haven’t been keeping up with events, they’re the names of compromised individuals, men and women who, for want of a better term, have struck deals with the devil. They’re either corrupt or they can be corrupted. They’re ticking time bombs waiting to be used against you—against all of us.”
“I’ll be in touch,” he said. Parker stood. “Talk to Aimee,” said Parker. “Oh, and I told her you’d take care of her fee. Enjoy your lunch.” Ross watched him leave. When he was gone, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Epstein answered on the second ring. “We have Parker,” said Ross.
As he leaned over, she hugged him tight, and whispered in his right ear. “You have to stop asking about me, Daddy,” she said. He froze against her. He tried to push her away so that he could see her face, but her grip was viselike around his neck. “How did you know?” he asked. “Jennifer told me,” she said. “She told me after she brought the sad people to the lady by the sea.” My God, my God . . . “You can see Jennifer?” “I’ve always been able to see her.” “Sam, I don’t—” “Listen, Daddy. Please. We can’t talk about it. We just can’t.” “But why?” “Because it’s not time, not yet.”
“And because they’re listening,” she said, and her tone almost stilled his heart. “They’re always listening. We have to be careful, Daddy, because they’ll hear. They’ll hear, and they’ll come. . . .”
