Chapitre 32: 32
Chang's era (3)
Tiramisu was served as dessert after the meal.
I don't know if you know that tiramisu is a dish with a shorter history than budae jjigae.
It is known that the original food was created in 1967 by a confectioner named Roberto Linguanotto in the Veneto region of Italy to recycle leftover coffee and dried, hard cookies.
How to make it is simple.
Place hard biscuits or cookies on the bottom of a large pan, spread espresso on top, and top with cream cheese.
Place cookies on top of the cream cheese, spread coffee on top, and repeat on top of the cream cheese. Then, apply whipped cream and put it in the refrigerator. When the cream hardens, sprinkle it with cocoa powder and serve.
In fact, this is the simplest recipe possible. If you want to make it properly, the recipe is more complicated, but this is not a cooking class, so let's skip it.
Anyway, as long as it tastes good, it's okay.
Since the word tiramisu has not yet appeared in the world, its current name is 'Fürerkuchen', meaning 'Führer's cake'.
Is it because it doesn't have a proper name and is made using the recipe I gave you?
"So, Japan wants us to withdraw the military advisory group in China?"
"Yes, Mr. President."
"Hmm..."
While waiting for my answer, Ribbentrop broke the tiramisu into pieces with a fork and put it in his mouth.
I guess I was hungry. Before, even if I told him to eat, he wouldn't eat until the end.
In the original history, Hitler prioritized relations with Japan over China and withdrew the military advisory group in China at Japan's request, which effectively severed diplomatic relations between Germany and China.
However, if Japan's request is accepted, Germany will no longer be able to import minerals from China.
Part of me wants to say "fuck the fuck out of Japan's request," but I can't because I'm in a different position.
Japan will not declare war on Germany because we ignored their demands. No matter how crazy the war-crazed warmongers are, they know that going to war with Germany is impossible.
Instead, they will withdraw all the engineers sent to Germany.
There will be setbacks in ship construction.
Lady, I am so worried.
"There is only one way. "You can't just take one side, so you have to find a way to satisfy both sides."
"That is correct, but what is the method?"
"It's simple. "Isn't it okay to pretend to accept Japan's request and not take action?"
"yes?"
"I don't really understand what you mean?"
Did I make it too difficult? I think I said it in an easy-to-understand manner.
"Then I will explain it in an easy to understand way. Let's just pretend to accept Japan's request. "Leave the military advisory group as is."
"But Mr. President, the day Japan finds out, there will be significant repercussions. "You may be able to fool them right now, but you won't be able to hide it forever."
Ribbentrop expressed a negative opinion about what I said.
"I know that much. The explanation isn't over yet, so keep listening. "I can issue a summons order to the military advisory group, but if they don't follow my orders, shouldn't that be okay?"
"·······?!"
"No, are you saying we should at least encourage them to protest?"
Goering asked back in surprise.
It's a protest, a protest. It might seem that way. Only on the outside.
"The idea is to kiss in a way that will make it look like a protest in the eyes of Japan. By telling Falkenhausen in advance, he will make it seem like he is going against my orders on his own will. Then Japan won't be able to say anything to us either. "I clearly gave a summons order, but he refused my order."
"Oooh."
Göring and Ribbentrop were so impressed that they could not keep their mouths shut. But Goebbels thought differently.
"Mr. President, this is indeed a wise decision, but it may cause unexpected controversy. No matter how well-crafted the play is, wouldn't it be ridiculed by countries around the world if it can't control even one of its own generals? "I don't know if the people will be shaken either."
Goebbels was concerned that others would see his leadership as imperfect.
This is something I hadn't thought of either. Indeed, geniuses think differently from ordinary people.
"That too. "Then I guess I'll have to give Falkenhausen a more plausible reason."
Is there a way I can give Japan a big thumbs up while keeping my prestige as minimal as possible? Let's think about it...
ah! Wouldn't it be possible to do it this way?
***
"The President sent you?"
"Yes, General."
Kriebel handed Falkenhausen a brown envelope. On the outside of the envelope was a red label indicating top secret.
When I opened the envelope, a document came out.
Falkenhausen, who was reading the document without even making a sound, soon slapped his forehead in admiration.
And then he laughed heartily.
"Huh! "I can't believe there was a method like this."
"What does it say?"
Kriebel did not know what the contents of the document were. Falkenhausen said, lowering his voice.
"It is said that Japan has requested the withdrawal of its advisory group from China. "In return, he said he would provide Germany with additional support for the technology and materials needed to build ships."
"No, so?"
"First of all, the President decided to withdraw the advisory group from China."
"Huh! Unbelievable······."
Kriebel looked shocked at Hitler's decision. Falkenhausen, seeing the embarrassment on Kriebel's face, grinned.
"At least 'officially'."
"······officially? "What does that mean?"
"I mean it literally. Since it is difficult to ignore Japan's request due to naval-related issues, we will just pretend to listen to what they say. We will leave the minimum number of people and send the rest away, and I will remain here. "It will be said in Berlin that I was 'lying down with an endemic disease that can only be found in China.'"
Falkenhausen's leadership could be questioned if he remained in China by protesting, so he used the excuse of feigning illness to remain in China.
If Japan protests why Falkenhausen is still in China, the plan is to respond by saying, "You can't force someone to come to Germany today and tomorrow."
Falkenhausen could not help but express his admiration for the Fuhrer's idea again.
Witzleben, who was a close friend of Falkenhausen, ridiculed Hitler as an ignorant sergeant who did not know anything about military science, but he was not a very intelligent person when he came up with such an expedient.
"This is a top secret, so only the minimum number of people should know about it. "I will personally convey this to President Chang."
"Understood, general."
***
December 13, 1937,
The Japanese army captured Nanjing, the capital of China.
The Japanese army that occupied Nanjing mercilessly massacred the civilians, remnants of the Chinese army, and prisoners who remained in the city before they could escape.
Women were raped, sons raped their mothers and fathers raped their daughters under the coercion and intimidation of the Japanese military, and children who could not even walk were bayoneted or thrown alive into a stove.
Thousands of babies were cut into pieces or thrown alive to be fed to military dogs.
Jon Rabe, an executive at the German Siemens company and member of the Nazi Party who remained in Nanjing, vividly witnessed the massacre by the Japanese army before his eyes.
Shocked, he created an international safety zone with the remaining foreigners in Nanjing and evacuated the Chinese there.
He saved 250,000 Chinese people, but he had no choice but to be repatriated to Germany due to the Japanese government's protest against Germany.
On the day he left Nanjing, Jon Rabe made a promise. I will definitely go to Germany and inform people of the horrors of Nanjing. And he said he would definitely come back here.
Upon returning to Germany, Raabe immediately wrote a letter to Hitler.
He wrote in a letter everything he saw in Nanjing. Prisoners who were slaughtered alive, women who were raped, children who were crushed under truck wheels, and elderly people who were buried alive.
I had to inform the President of what was happening in Nanjing and save the suffering Chinese people.
That was the only thought on his mind. He could never forget the sight of innocent people being massacred.
"I'm thirsty."
As soon as I finished writing the letter, the thirst I had been suppressing for so long came flooding back to me.
I went to the kitchen and was about to pour water into a cup when someone knocked on the door.
"Mr. Jon Rabe? "Is Jon Rabe there?"
Who is it? Are you a guest?
Rabe, thinking that they might have been sent from headquarters, readily opened the door.
But the customers were not Siemens employees. Three or four burly men wearing trench coats and fedoras looked down at Jon Rabe.
Rabe flinched involuntarily at the sad atmosphere emanating from the men.
"Mr. Jon Rabe? "Are you Mr. Jon Rabe?"
"yes. "I'm Yon Labeoman...?"
"It came from the Gestapo."
"Yes?"
No, why did the Gestapo come to me? wherefore?
"We need you to accompany us."
Meanwhile, Rabe was sitting with Gestapo agents in the back seat of their black Volkswagen.
Due to the sudden visit of the Gestapo, Rabe was unable to understand what was happening.
"Where are you going now...?"
"I can't tell you that. "You'll find out when you get there."
The Gestapo agent behind the wheel answered. It was a formal tone, but at the same time, it meant not to ask any more questions.
Rabe wanted to at least know why he was being taken to them, but the sad atmosphere surrounding him made it difficult for him to say anything.
Did I do something wrong before? I tried to shake my head, but I didn't do anything to find fault.
So what is it?
The place where the Volkswagen arrived was the Presidential Residence.
***
"Cho, Mr. President!"
Rabe was first shocked by the fact that the Gestapo suddenly visited the residence and put him in a car without any explanation. The place they arrived at was the Presidential Residence.
And the second shock was that Hitler's Führer came out to meet him.
It was a situation that I could not believe was real. How on earth did this happen?
What surprised Rabe even more was that the Führer already knew in detail everything that had happened to him, even though the letter had not been sent yet.
"I heard what you did in Nanjing. "He did something very righteous."
"I just did what any human being should do."
Rabe did not know why the President knew the details of his actions in Nanjing, but he was thrilled that he had called him here to hear his story.
"Taking on something that no one else would do because it is too dangerous is not something that can be done with ordinary courage. But the teacher took the lead and did it. "You are the true hero of the Germanic people."
"That's too much praise..."
To hear praise from the President. Is this a dream? It's too vivid for a dream.
If this was a dream, I wanted to never wake up.
***
"I heard that you had a lot of trouble in Nanjing. "I know you didn't eat on time, so please eat before it gets cold."
I served a grand dinner for Jon Rabe. Even he, an executive at Siemens who had lived a comfortable life, was wide-eyed, wondering if this was his first time seeing such a sumptuous dinner.
It reminds me of the Berlin Olympics. Teacher Son Ki-jeong also showed the same reaction. Nam Seung-ryong and Jesse Owens too.
"No, did you prepare this much for me?"
"That's right."
"Why?"
"For some reason. "If we're treating a righteous person like you, shouldn't we treat ourselves like this?"
Yon Rabe.
Despite being a member of the Nazi Party, he was far from racism and was a righteous man of the century who saved 250,000 Chinese people by taking advantage of the fact that he was a citizen of Germany, a friendly nation of Japan, during the Nanjing Massacre.
After the war, he was praised as the 'Buddha of Nanjing' in China.
However, despite his brilliant achievements, his life after the Nanjing Massacre was extremely depressing.
After returning to Germany, Rabe tried to write a letter to Hitler to convey the horrors of Nanjing, but Himmler, who was concerned about worsening relations with Japan, stole the letter and Rabe had to be investigated by the Gestapo.
Still, since he had not committed an anti-regime act, he was soon released with only a mild warning from the Gestapo: 'Never reveal what happened in Nanjing', but after Germany's defeat, his record as a member of the Nazi Party became an issue and he was arrested by the Allied Forces. handed over to trial.
After much hardship, he was released after being proven not to have committed war crimes, but he lost all his assets during the trial and was left to suffer in poverty.
After hearing this news, the national government collected donations and sent them to Rabe, but his hardships continued.
If he had lived a little longer, he would have lived comfortably, receiving various supports and treatment from the national government like Falkenhausen, but Rabe died of a stroke in 1950, five years after the end of the war.
This is truly a bitter story.
But who am I? Isn't this Adolf Hitler, the Fuhrer of the Third Reich?
It is a position that can sufficiently care for one person's life.
"Does it suit your taste?"
"This is my first time eating such great food."
Rabe's hands were busy preparing the veal steak. She drank champagne and tasted caviar in her spare time.
After eating Sachertorte and pineapple for dessert, we chatted calmly.
"Mr. President, as you know, Nanjing is hell."
Rabe's first words were an outcry about the barbarism of the Japanese army. I know this too, but I listened to him in silence.
"The Japanese army is so barbaric that it cannot be considered the army of a civilized country. He killed people so recklessly that the bottoms of his shoes were soaked in blood. "We must expose this fact to the international community right now to put pressure on Japan to stop the war!"
"You are right. But, sir, I am afraid the task will be difficult."
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