It was a summer day. Adolf was sitting in a tea shop. A youngman came upto him and spoke, “I think we have met or I have seen you somewhere. May I know your good name?”
Adolf smiled and replied, “I am Adolf Hitler.’’
“What do you do?” The youngman sat on the other chair.
“I do nothing. I have no home and spend the night wherever I find space.”
“Oh!” Suddenly the young man’s eyes shone as he remembered something. He asked expectantly, “I think I saw you two years ago in a Vienna street. You had rescued a beggar boy from a Jew-woman. Didn’t you?”
Adolf nodded his head in confirmation.
“What happened to that boy?”
“I had to leave him to his fate sadly. My relatives I was staying with refused to accept him. Where could I keep him? But who are you, sir?” Adolf asked.
“I am Joseph Grenry.”
“What do you do?”
“Nothing. That is the trouble. I need a job. Can you help me?”
Adolf looked hard at him before saying, “Vienna is a city of the rich people. One can get some work or the other provided one is ready to sell one’s self-respect.”
“That is true. Once I went to a camp of the Marxists. They asked me to join them. They promised that I would get some work and claimed that once they captured power there would be no poverty, unemployment and exploitation,’’ the young man revealed.
“Are you a German?” Adolf asked.
“Yes, I am,” the youngman admitted and added, “They say that the Jews are more brainy and intelligent than the Germans.”
That angered Adolf. He screamed, “You are a blot on the name of the German race! I feel ashamed to talk with a base German like you. You should have been born to a Jew!”
Adolf Hitler rose up shaking in fury. He picked up his shabby bag with a jerk and stormed out. Grenry could not understand what had enraged Adolf Hitler so much. He had merely said what most of the people accepted as a fact during those days.
