It's to the best of our knowledge.

I'm Anstrain-champs.

If hate moved in next door, would you know it?

Would you recognize it?

My name is Edgar Feuchwanger.

I am 93, so I wasn't born yesterday.

I think he moved in in 1929. I was 4 or 5.

I was always taken for a walk by my nanny.

She was called Rosie.

And just as we passed his front door, he came out.

He wore a Trilby hat as people wore in those days.

He looked at me quite benevolently,

lifted his hat a little bit,

and got into his car.

People saw him and they shouted Heil Hitler. I knew it was some important chap who wasn't really good for us.

Let's put it that way.

Through the lattice fence you could see Hitler lying in a deck chair in the next garden.

And the maid didn't like it, that Eva Brown,

sun-based, there's nothing much on on the roof of her house.

And it all sounds so cozy, doesn't it?

Cars came and went, people said, this is Guring, this is Chamberl and Mussolini, etc.

One could no longer walk past his front door, went out to stay on the opposite side of the road.

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