Return to Teufelsberg: The Devil’s Rear End, Part XVII
by Ray Adams
They reached the bottom, finding a hallway that led into the main building. D.T. was amazed at how massive and solid everything was. It seemed an appropriate place to teach the leaders of an army that was destined to conquer the world. Or so they thought. The floor was covered by years of dust, but someone, most likely Klaus, had made a footprint trail through it.
Klaus smiled. “Open your nostrils and get a good whiff of irony.”
The three Americans sneezed, perhaps first getting a good whiff of years of dust.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever smelled irony before,” Neeto said after he stopped sneezing. “although I certainly have tried to teach my students about it. Only a few of them ever got it.” He shook his head.
D.T. grinned. Even in the dim light from the flashlights, Neeto had the appearance of a professor and poet. His gray hair and the way he held himself made him look distinguished. His voice was deep and well-modulated, evidence of years of experience in speaking to an audience. D.T., on the other hand, had always been told to slow down, that his speech was too hurried and slurred.
“I have trouble dealing with the irony of how these days it’s the Americans who are starting all the wars,” D.T. said. “Who’s going to help us find peace?”
“Maybe the Germans will,” Klaus said. “And that would be ironic, wouldn’t it? I think the new German destiny is to build a bright, green world. We are now the leaders in recycling and reforestation. A nice change, I think.”
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