Past Mistake

Georg waited patiently at Tiergarten, a park in the center of Berlin, hidden in a maple tree and a plane near the zoo. It was the first time in February 1933 and he felt a pang of joy and fear coming. Soon their plan would succeed, but in the meantime, the most dangerous part was coming.

He thought back to his time in Prague, in 1968, and the turmoil of Soviet oppression that had swept across the continent since the end of the war two decades earlier. The feeling of change had begun that January when Alexander Dubcek was elected First Secretary of the Party but Georg had little hope. So he was "swinging during the time like a sponge. A cold spring was waiting for his country and this seemed to be the only way out. The death of one man who brought peace to the crowd. His girlfriend, Kveta, counted the chances. He did not want to kill anyone, not even the worst, but he felt very disgusted by allowing Kveta to kill. Besides, he was a historian, who knew a lot about Berlin during the war.

He also went through the events of the day remembering each incident the history — as it was for him — he remembered. Hitler was working on his Proclamation to the German nation somewhere inside the Chancellor - he had just won the title of Chancellor two days ago. Spending the day writing and rewriting his speech that night.-- "It has been more than fourteen years since the unfortunate day when the German people, blinded by promises from domestic and foreign enemies, lost contact with fame and freedom, thus losing everything. From that day of deception. , the Almighty withheld his blessing from our people.

Georg felt a knife in his pocket as he glanced around in shock. The gun was going to be very easy but the metal was going bad over time so he was left with a sharp wooden blade of very heavy ash. It was almost once and the chancellor would begin his frustrating journey at 1:33 pm, reaching a secluded spot at 2:07 p.m. Georg stepped up his pace, wandering through the Berliners' pockets as they emerged from the bright February sun. His mind was racing near his journey. Thoughts echoed as each step brought him closer.

After the events of the day, Germany will pause and lose its way. Weak Germany could allow the Russians to multiply when the war comes inevitably. Even though in 1948 they had lost - the Americans joined their British allies when they ended their war in the east in 46 - Europe was captured and Georgia became part of the communist growth. His people were now captivated by visions and fears. A different, stronger leader could have captured the Russians far. He could have kept his people free, and if all went well today he would have brought about that much-needed change of state.

She arrived on the west side of Tiergarten at 1:48 pm. She felt her body tremble automatically as the feelings of the upcoming event echoed back into her soul. Killing in the name of thousands; was the motive for the last war. Shells were discarded by residents in innumerable amounts. Dresden, Coventry, London. The list of war-torn cities seemed endless. It is better to die a hundred now to save a thousand, or tens of thousands in an uncertain future. And Georg had already seen this "tomorrow." He lived it and knew the cruelty that seemed to go unnoticed under it. Killing one person but freeing a million from fear? Was that the price he was willing to pay?

He waited among the tall elm trees. The man deliberately went deep into his gray coat to hide his uniform. He was medium-sized, about five feet nine inches but even with the cap pulled from his face Georg knew who he was, as always his unique mustache gave him. He continued hesitantly, waiting. Suddenly, a man with a red-haired hand came out, holding a jug in his hand.

Georg almost stopped. Seeing Mark Lange up close, hearing him deliver his famous speech about the "gas houses" and "horror you will do," - confused the human race until the end of World War II again. the fulfillment of what happened - it included electricity. He had to push himself forward allowing his body to work. In two steps he was next to Lange. He pulled his knife out and forcibly pulled it into the big man who kept closing it to push Lange aside from the Councilor. A shot rang out, but George could see that the bullet was all gone in a filthy place away from Hitler.

He pulled out a knife and put it back into the man, falling on it as Lange spilled blood. Georg slept next to the dying killer and smiled. History was to be changed; the world would be different now that he had killed Hitler's assassin. Now the Chancellor would be alive so that he would be a great leader, Fuhrer, who could lead a strong Germany. Determined to seize the Soviet threat. Georg felt his body go back to normal and he felt at peace, knowing that he would enter a different kind of spring in Prague in 1968.