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*** A DAY TO REMEMBER
July 15, 1942 was a beatiful summer day.
When Paul arrived on Avenue Foch from La Vacherie, Will had already left for
work so Paul went to his study, and started reading a few reports...
His business partners in Germany had suggested to invest some money, a lot of
money in fact, in some kind of industries in Germany and Poland and now, Paul
was studying the deal as well as the balance sheets... and he just didn't know
what to think of them...
First, he couldn't really tell what those industries were producing... Second,
from the documents he had, he could see that others were already holding a large
stake in those industries, but he couldn't tell who they were, since the
title-deeds were not clear...
But most of all, Paul's attention was drawn by the fact that, going over the
balance-sheets, he could see hundreds of people were working in those
industries, but... were not paid!
That doesn't make sense, Paul thought to himself!
Normally, salaries constitute a big part of the expenditures... but according to
the balance-sheets he had in front of him, no such expenditures existed in those
industries.
Paul was puzzled and the only answer he could come up with was that the
balance-sheets were false!
He decided to give a call to one of his business partners in Berlin, in order to
obtain some explanations...
The only explanations he got were laughs!
No, he was told... the balance-sheets are right: There are no such expenditures
as salaries in thoses industries... since the workers over there are... well...
"furnished" at no cost! How is that possible? Who are they? Furnished by whom?
The guy in Berlin wouldn't say.
"... Better not to ask too many questions about that, my friend", he told Paul!
When Paul hung up the phone, he didn't know what to think about the whole thing:
It just didn't make sense at all...
So he decided that, for the moment, he would put aside the proposition so later,
he would have time to think about it...
He looked at his watch and realized Will was about to get back from work.
He went upstairs, took a quick shower, changed, then came back just in time to
see Will come through the door...
"Hi! How was your day?", Paul asked him, with a big smile on his face...
But before Will had time to answer his question, Paul realized there was
something wrong with Will...
"Hey... What's wrong?"
At first, Will didn't answer. They slowly made their way to the drawing-room,
then sat. Paul was looking at Will.
"Something big is going on...", Will answered, with a worried look on his
face...
"What do you mean by "something big"...
"... That's the problem: I don't really know! At the office, we heard rumours
about a big operation called "Vent printanier" (spring wind)"
"(...)"
"I asked Oberstleutnant Koch about that operation, and he said he doesn't know
much about it, since the Wehrmacht is not involved: According to what he heard,
only the Gestapo and French policemen are involved..."
"The Gestapo? (...) And French policemen? What the hell are you talking about?"
"...I don't know, Paul! (...) And I've also heard that, a few days ago, hundreds
of vehicles had been requisitioned..."
"Huh?"
"...Yeah!"
"What does that mean?", Paul asked...
"...That lots of people will soon get arrested, what else?"
"Shit! But why?"
"If the Gestapo is involved, as they say... I'm sure we're talking about
Jews..."
"...Jews? But..."
"...I've heard about these operations... It happened in the past, all over
Germany! Policemen come without warning, usually during the middle of the night,
and all the Jews in a borough or a city are arrested..."
"Where are they taken to?"
"...We don't know! (...) Like our Jewish neighbours in Berlin that have vanished
one night... you know... I've told you that story... and as I told you, we never
heard from them again", Will answered, looking down at the carpet...
"...What you're telling me now makes no sense..."
"That's what I used to think. Rumours... That's what I used to think. But tell
me Paul: Why the hell have our Jewish neighbours totally disappeared? One night,
they were there... and the morning after, they were gone! And not just one
Jewish family: All the Jews living on our street! They had suddenly left their
homes, with all the furniture in! They had abandoned all their belongings?
Suddenly? Just like that? I've seen it with my own eyes, Paul! So we're not
talking about rumours here..."
"That's beyong me..."
"Well, get back on earth, will you?"
"(...)"
"What about your next-door neighbours? Have you thought about them?"
"(...) Mrs & Mr Bloomfield? What about them?"
"You told me they are Jewish..."
"...Well... Yes. But they are French citizens: Pétain would never allow French
citizens to be arrested like that..."
"My poor Paul: The old man has no control over the situation. He's not even his
own man! He's just a puppet... Beside, how do you know for sure your neighbours
are French citizens?"
"...I've known them since I was a child... As far as I know, they have always
been our neighbours and my father's tenants. Hey! I've been to school with their
son, and I used to play around with him in our back-yard..."
"...So? That doesn't prove they are French citizens: Only that they've been
around for a while... If I were you, I'll walk over to their home, and ask
them!"
"Are you crazy or what? ... I would walk over there like that... knock on their
door, and out of nowhere, I would ask them: "Hi! Are you French citizens?" Get
serious, Will!"
"...As you wish... But I'm telling you: If they ever "vanish" into the night,
don't blame me..."
"...We're in Paris, here! Not in Berlin! That will never happen! Never!".
After that, the two lovers changed the subject and made small talk about trivial
matters...
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