is dig-i-tal-isation?” I said the word in struggled syllables as it was a new word for me, although we used computers and today it’s a commonly used word, this was the first time I’d heard it, I wasn’t a technical person.
“There’s a team converting secret paper files onto the new computer system. Files are delivered to her desk, they are photographed and entered into a database, it’s huge, and the work will take years,”
“Sounds quite boring work, unless she has time to read some of this stuff, I don’t think I’d have the patience for that work,” I said and added “Dig-i-tal-isation, is difficult and long-winded to say, I think I’ll call the department Double D it’s easier,”
Karen smiled at my simple ignorance,
“So, this file passed over her desk, and it has concerned her,” Karen informed me.
“She shouldn’t let that happen, what the files contain is none of her business, I agree this file is highly controversial but she must be seeing thousands of controversial stuff, why this one in particular? Also, by removing it from the department, she has committed a grave offence, she could be in big trouble if it’s found missing. Why has this concerned her so much she was prepared to risk her job and everything?” I added.
“The simple answer is – she is Jewish,” Karen answered the question.
“This is worrying, that she is letting her religion affect what she does here, is Jenny available to come and chat?” I asked.
“She is at home I’ll call her, she is half expecting you to ask her in any way, it won’t take her long to get here,”
“OK, do that, while I study this stuff, this is incredible,”
I continued to read the papers one at a time, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I hadn’t heard even the tiniest rumour about this, so I was shocked by what I was reading, and, if it were true it meant the world has been and is continuing to be lied to. One by one I read each document and turned them over to the left, as I’m lefthanded, to keep it all in the same order.
What was unfolding on my desk was altering history as I knew it. I’m no historian, I never had much interest at school, because my history teacher was quite possibly the most boring teacher I had. He tried to get me to absorb into my brain names and dates about what seemed to me to be quite irrelevant things. Things from the past that can’t be changed, they’ve happened, nothing can be done to change it, so why worry about it. Now I see how history is important and this file was changing it. We’ve all been lied to. What I knew then about the Second World War I could write on a matchbox, but since school, and because I’m involved in creating history in my job of Intelligence Officer, I’d taken some interest. I’d watched a few documentaries on television, but I’d still not read much. I had a small idea of how the war had ended.
What I was reading now meant all history books on this subject had to be thrown in the bin. The files I was reading were some reports of sightings, some reports of witnesses, reports of interviews with witnesses, and a few pictures offering proof, nearly all of which were CIA, one or two were British pages too, which meant the British were for some reason involved in this.
According to these documents, Hitler was alive, alive and living in Argentina, but also having travelled via other countries such as Columbia and Chile. He had not died in Berlin by his own hand as we are told in history lessons, books and documentaries. Hitler and his wife Eva Braun were possibly using the surname Shüttelmayer.
By the time I read most of the stuff in front of me, Jenny had arrived. Karen brought her through into my office. She looked quite cute, dressed in a black tracksuit quite tight-fitting that showed her figure off well. About 5’3” tall, curvy in all the right places, obviously fit from working out, her body was tight and slightly muscular. She was attractive, with short one-inch long black hair, she had an enviable complexion with no moles or imperfections and a slight natural tan that indicated to me there was a Mediterranean heritage in her somewhere. I would be quite attracted to her if I weren’t in love with Karen.
After greetings, I invited her to sit at my desk and Karen sat on the sofa to support Jenny.
“Am I going to be in trouble for this?” she asked nervously.
Karen jumped into the conversation before I could speak
“Jenny you can trust Andy,”
“Jenny you realise by removing this file you have committed a crime, you’ve effectively stolen the file even though it’s still in the building. But I want you to know, if you have a concern you can trust me, and if you are asking for my help, if I can, I will, I’ll try to resolve whatever your problem is with this. Nothing said in this office ever leaves this office ok?”
“Ok,” Jenny wasn’t completely at ease with my reassurance. We had met before of course, and we had chatted before, but the poor girl was concerned by her actions.
“Tea or coffee?” I asked her, I continued to try to reassure her that I was on her side, but I was simply trying to get her to tell all she knew and then I’d decide if she was right or wrong.
“No, thank you, I thought I would go down to the gym and have a work out while I’m here, so no,” which explained her outfit.
“So what’s your problem, I have read the contents and I have to say I am shocked myself. What do you want me to do and what resolution are you looking for? How do you want this to end? You are in Double D right?” Jenny, “What?”
Me, “Double D”
Jenny, “What?”
Me, “Karen told me”
Jenny, “You’ve been discussing my boobs?”
Me, “No”
“Yes” Karen said at the same time
Jenny “What?”
Karen, trying to prolong the comedy
“He’s finding it difficult to say, it’s on the tip of his tongue”
Jenny, “What?”
Me, “Karen stop it!”
Karen, “Boobs, tip of the tongue”
Me, “What?”
Jenny, “You’re playing with me”
Karen, “I’m sure he’d love to”
Me, “What?” Jenny at the same moment “What?” Karen “Play with you, I’m sure he’d love to play with you”
Me “Stop it, Karen”
Karen to me “Just ask, I’m sure Jenny will oblige”
Me “No, stop, get out, go to your room, bad girl!” I pointed to Karen’s room through the door indicating she should leave now.
Any other time I’d have gone along with the comedy sketch, but right now wasn’t the right moment at all. Jenny obviously had a problem with this folder and it should be taken seriously, Karen’s sense of humour was one reason why I loved her so much but
