My father was dying. He had been confined to his bed for a couple of years and was horrified to find out that his last wishes would not be granted. He had been in the hospital so long that he could not express himself anymore. what was worse the doctor said he could linger on in limbo like this for about a year.
We found a way he would be able to have all his wishes granted. The proper drug administered would give him a very clear head and the anger to take risks and make the large amount of money he needed. But this very same drug would end his life more quickly.
The money was needed very fast. On the radio they said that the strongest currency was the Germany Frank and the Japanese yen. My father had proud European roots and although both countries were unfamiliar,he read alot about Europe. He had no knowledge of Japanese culture but he could get by with the German tongue. So the place he would go would be Germany.
There was a team of us with him including the doctor that attended him in the hospital, myself and a man who admired and respected my father enough to accompany him on his journey until the very end. this gentleman was well established in the military circles and unlike myself could work clearly and live after being immersed in death and the death wish. this would be avery powerful force on the last legs of my fathers journey. As luck would have it he would be accompagnied to the very end.
We were a haphazard crew of people. There was me. I had no family and no friends. I had only the relationship with my father.
there was the doctor. He was the one who actually put the whole thing into gear. This gentleman was working in the Salvation Army hospital, he said because of a situation of financial ruin. he was the same age as my father. He saw himself suffering the same fate.
This man was not a personal friend of my father or me. When we started to talk about getting the way and the money to fulfill he death wish the whole task looked impossible. there was just one dying bed ridden man and a fragile handicapped woman, who also had very little ability to communicate.
I had, after discussion with my father, asked the doctor the following question. Now, my father was eighty seven years old. According to the European school of thought, he was considered a wise man, because he was over eighty. »This is in big contrast to the forbidding social system that we were embroiled in. It seemed there was no patience or tolerance for the confused ramblings of the very elderly. They did not seem to believe that the very elderly were capable of genius, such as the school of Europe, I heard.of.
We had no money at all. I offered the doctor this proposition. We have no money. But my father is eighty seven years old and he believes if given the chance, he could make a huge sum of money, very fast. If he is given a drug to be able to leave his bed and be clear headed, he would still need a medical accompagniement. After all he would be working against his very life essence.
If we are willing to try to get this money would you be willing to take on his case, accompany us to germany. And give us four days to make the money. If the money is made, then you will get enough to get rid of all your financial problems. But you have to believe that the money would be made.
the doctor said yes. And after that things went very fast. First of all, this young man who admired my father was known to the hospital. He would take care of the defense.
The action took place in the Salvation Army Hospital. So this solved another problem. Its all very fine to say that we would make the money in the German underground. but the big question would be what would we do?
Somehow, I don't know how, we were given this task. There was a prominent German politiician who was just on the verge of a brilliant career. She had lost her husband and had only her son left from her immediate family. As long as her son was alive, she could handle anything. but if he died she thought she would simply give up. And the brilliant opportunity would be lost.
Now this son had a wife and a family. The family had gone through a great problem and the young daughter, on the brink of womanhood, had become rebellious. Unfortunately, her father was a police officer or some sort of legal official and the girl had become involved with the underground. It would take only a second and she could bring her father to ruin and stop her grandmothers political career.
Our mission was to get this girl away from the underground and bring her back to the bosom of the law and her family.
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