I think the closest thing we get to Everyday Life in the Third Reich other than my books is “‘allo, allo.” Because everyday life is funny every moment. No matter how horrible it gets. And everybody has their point of view. No matter how horrible it is.
It’s amazing how people actually believe there’s any such thing as “security.” Not amongst the garrulous ape.
I have fun drawing this camp.
Yes, it’s all freehand. Since when would such a place have a straight line in it? And I can’t draw one either, without a ruler — but I can flip out a long, clean curve.
Erwin forgets that the whole family knows about that. In reality, they knew about his brother Karl, and considered that Karl’s business.
As for the British — he may be the enemy, but they ARE at dinner, and manners and chit-chat are appropriate.
No, he’s really not being innocent, here. He’s tired of having had to keep his own personality to himself and he’s getting just a TEENSY bit of revenge.
Wouldn’t you?
I happened to be making copies in a Kinko’s, and noticed the guy next to me was copying photos and sketches of WWII airplanes.
“Nice Heinkel,” I murmured over one.
“Thanks,” he grinned, then gasped, “Girls aren’t supposed to know about these!”
Your secret is out, boys.
