Wednesday the 1st of July, 2009  

Infiltrating the Nazis.

I walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Not to kvetch, but they really do make these corridors far too long. It does not help with the generally oppressive air this place seems to have to it.

I saw the exit up ahead, but there was a guard in my way. I had to get past him without letting him know why I was leaving. I could not tell him how disgusted — borderline verklempt — that meeting had made me. He could not know how thoroughly I disagreed with the Nazi ideals. How much I hated Adolf Hitler. How I was a spy for the other side.

I had to come up with some other reason for my sudden exit from the building.

“Hello sir. If you would just let me through — it is Friday, and I must be home before dusk.”

Oh no.

“For SHABBAT.”