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THE WOMAN WHO LIVED IN HITLER'S HOUSE
by Pauline Kohler
When we reached the Leader's mountain fastness
after speeding up the narrow private road, which
was patrolled by S.S. guards every few hundred yards,
I found that it was not easy to reach the house even
with a pass signed by Himmler himself. We waited for
five minutes at the great main entrance while our
credentials were checked by telephone to Augeburg.
Machine-gun crews on either side of the drive had
their weapons trained on us the whole time. When
we were passed as O.K. we still had to wait every
fifty yards while elaborate steel barricades were removed.
I was taken straight to the servants' quarters and there
handed over to Otto Schlieben, the head of Hitler's household
staff (Paula, the Fuehrer's sister, who is officially
housekeeper, is really not in control of the servants).
(Kohler-p. 53)
I must never whistle (this, I found, is because the
Fuehrer hates whistling).
(Kohler-p. 54)
This particular room is sixty feet long by forty feet
wide. A massive oak table runs down the center. There
are no lights visible. A soft glow comes from cunningly
concealed lighting. Four etchings by Durer hang on the
walls. A vast Persian carpet covers the floor. Later
on it was part of my duty, together with another girl,
to lay the table.
(Kohler-p. 58)
The largest window in Germany. covers one entire wall.
I never could understand why the Fuehrer met his guests
in this room because conversation is almost impossible
as it houses his aviary of rare birds.
....The only time I saw Hitler display any normal
kindliness and humanity was towards these birds.
(Kohler-p. 58)
They form a kind of penthouse high on the roof. Only two
people can enter them at any time--Hitler himself and
his astrologer one Karl Ossiets.
(Kohler-p. 60)
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It consists of two rooms only. One of them is a small
kitchen, the other an enormous sitting-room of which
every wall is of glass. Sitting in it must be rather
like sitting in the center of a bubble. A desk, two
divans, and a large telescope through which the
Fuehrer can peer. That is all. It is to this room that
Hitler goes to brood. No telephone connects him
with the outside world. He sits there sometimes
for hours dreaming and planning new schemes of
conquest.
(Kohler-p.76)
The Fuehrer is a late riser, contrary to popular
belief, and he never breakfasts before ten o'clock.
Often it is after eleven. He takes a simple meal,
usually comprising a glass of orange juice, followed
by a few slices of rye bread and butter.
(Kohler-p. 60)
Lunch is Hitler's favorite meal. it begins invariably with
vegetable soup, of which he manages to get through an
incredible amount. The recipe may be worth putting on
record. Here it is: Onion, celery, chopped apple, potatoes,
turnips, carrots, nut compound, slices of apple, flour,
water and salt. Soup is followed by fish, for Hitler is
not a true vegetarian but merely a non-meat eater. He
has a passion for trout, served with a special butter
sauce. Saute potatoes usually accompany the fish. Then
a great bowl of assorted nuts comes to the table and
the Fuehrer simply stuffs himself with these.
(Kohler-p. 60)
He loathes the smell of tobacco, and he has been known
to snatch a cigarette from the lips of an unsuspecting
guest enjoying a quiet smoke on one of the terraces
when the Fuehrer came across him.
As normal men smoke, Hitler east sweets. he eats pounds
of them a week. He is childishly fond of toffee and chocolate.
A bag of sweetmeats is always in his jacket pocket. I once
heard him declare to Goebbels, "They give me energy for my
great tasks, Joseph."
(Kohler-p. 82)
Hitler is completely indifferent to clothes.
For one thing the patterns of the material he chooses are
dull and suburban.
(Kohler-p. 82)
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The one great peculiarity of the Fuehrer which causes most
trouble to his immediate circle of colleagues and servants,
however, is his insomnia. He sleeps extremely little. And it
is his abiding curse.
(Kohler-p.83)
But the Press secretaries exercized a kind of censorship of
their own --not for political reasons, but on the grounds of
prudence. Hitler cannot bear humor at his expense. Cartoons
in English and American papers send him into violent rages.
So do the many satirical poems published abroad. The
English cartoonist, Low, especially enrages the Fuehrer.
(Kohler-p. 84)
He loves Wagner, and the super sentiment and
[unreadable] of a number of minor German and Austrian
composers.
(Kohler-p. 87)
From my bedroom window I have often seen the car
gliding out of garage at midnight. He never drives
himself. He is far too nervous. But he loves speed.
His drivers have told me that on these nocturnal trips
the speedometer rarely drops below sixty miles an hour,
and often hits the hundred mark.
Hitler's favorite reading, apart from his never
satisfied study of German history is any book
about the building of the British Empire. Clive,
Wolfe, Drake, and men like these seem to be his
heroes. He is Britain' s greatest admirer, though
he displays, such contempt for her in public.
(Kohler-p. 88)
In his relations with the domestic staff, Hitler is a
curious mixture. Sometimes he will ignore their
existence. He has a trick of appearing unaware of
you in his presence which is very disconcerting. At
other times he gets into rages over trivialities such
as the way his room has been tidied or as the amount
of coffee served to him.
(Kohler-p. 90)
But there are also times when Hitler treats his
servants almost as equals. Then he will tell them
that all are comrades in the common task and that
his cooks are doing their bit as much as his generals.
(Kohler-p. 91)
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Never a week passes without a foreign newspaper
printing prominently an "authoratative" tale of
Hitler's illness, physical or mental.
Those stories infuriate the Fuehrer almost as
much as the foreign cartoons. They are more
irritating to him because they are all based on truth.
Hitler's health is very bad.
(Kohler-p. 94-95)
At one period the Fuehrer's heart was constantly
letting him down. He would have to rest for days
at a time, doing nothing, often when he had tasks
of great urgency. He has what is called a tired heart,
and the great strain he continually puts upon it is
the despair of Professor Knoll.
(Kohler-p. 97)
One thing he cannot bear is sickness in others.
He has no patience with it and will never see
anyone who is ill, even a close friend. Signs of
illness at Berchtesgaden must be rigorously kept
from his sight.
He has little respect for his own doctors and treats
Knoll like a waiter. Perhaps it is that in the presence
of such men that he loses that great sense of being
a [unreadable] and feels that he is helpless in their hands.
(Kohler-p. 97-98)
Hitler has all the average man's horror of the dentist,
and he is unfortunately quite often in that individual's
hands. His dentist is the Berlin expert Hartenstein.
He has great difficulty with the august patient, who
screams with pain like any little boy when an extraction
hurts a little. Yet Hitler will not have gas. He is terrified
of anesthetics. Only for a very serious operation would
he permit it.
It is little known that the Fuehrer has right false teeth
and a number of gold fillings.
(Kohler - p.98)
One of the doubles is always at Berchtesgaden,
another at Munich, and the third in Berlin, ready
to proceed to any port of Germany or Austria at
a moment's notice.
(Kohler - p. 99)
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The room is very plainly furnished with a large
iron-framed bed, a small side-table, a larger table
by the big window, an easy chair and a desk over
which a small bookshelf runs. A small dressing
room adjoins.
The bed is covered with a great brown quilt embroidered
with a huge swastika. The Fuehrer, by the way, wears
surprisingly (for him) luxurious pajamas. They are
brown satin with darker brown cuffs and lapels. A
swastika in black on a red background is embroidered
on the pocket.
(Kohler p. 103)
Hitler hates being touched. He only shakes hands
when a ceremonious occasion demands it. But
Goering slaps him on the back--and I think Hitler likes it.
(Kohler - p. 127)
If it were not for his anti-Jewish mania Streicher
would be a negligible figure. Everyone laughs at him
behind his back. But he has considerable influence
with Hitler, largely because he has an apparently
inexhaustible supply of dirty stories which he relates
with relish at the slightest provocation. They are one
of the few things which amuse the Fuehrer.
(Kohler - p. 143)
As i shall presently tell, Hitler grew very fond of one
Jenny Jugo. And at the same time cast longing eyes on
a Bavarian woman named Eva Braun.
(Kohler - p. 146)
Hitler suddenly stopped speaking about the books. He
looked for a few moments at Renate, then stretched
out his arm in the Nazi salute. He held it steadily for
several minutes, then dropped it to his side.
"I can hold my arm like that for two solid hours," he declared.
Renate was too amazed to answer.
But Hitler went on:
"I never feel tired when my Storm Troopers and
soldiers march past me and I stand at the salute.
I never move. My arm is as if of granite--rigid and
unbending. But Goering can't stand it. He has to drop
his hand after half-an-hour of the salute. He's flabby.
But I am hard. For two hours I can keep my arm
stretched out in the salute. That is four times as
long as Goering. That means I am four times stronger
than Goering. It is an amazing feat. I marvel at my
own power."
And with that he turned and walked out of the room.
(Kohler - p. 155-156)
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He promptly bought Jenny Jugo a villa at [unreadable],
a pretty little village about seven miles from Wiesbsden.
(Kohler - p.189)
The performance was nearly always the same with very
slight variations. It was a strip-tease act. Hitler declared
it was art. One Christmas I saw an example of this "art."
(Kohler - p.171)
The second part of the program was a short film starring
Jenny Jugo.
She entered luxuriously appointed bedroom, She was
wearing a tweed suit--a form of dress of which the
Fuehrer strongly approves...
With her back to the camera she stooped and took off
her shoes and stockings. Her brassiere slipped to the
floor, then slowly and with a good deal of seductive
pantomime her panties followed. She turned round
and faced the camera completely naked.
Then, for ten minutes before getting into bed, she did
various exercises. I am sorry I cannot describe them.
They threw a terrible light on the perversity of Hitler's
sexual desires, and on the mind of the woman willing
to enact such obscenities.
(Kohler - p. 171-172)
Hitler does, it is true, work spasmodically, but I have
never known him tired. His periods of inaction have
always been due to one thing alone--preoccupation
with a woman.
(Kohler - p. 173)
Fraulein [unreadable] is another woman who has
played and, for all I know, still does play, a tremendous
part in Hitler's life....
She has nothing to do with the running of the
establishment. She usually takes her meals in
the two rooms in which she lives. But she is a
permanency at Berchtesgaden. She does what
she likes, goes where she likes, says what
she likes--unquestioned. I know she often
spends several hours alone with Hitler. And
that is about all I do know.
(Kohler - p.181)
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