We might be not that good at living, but we sure know how to die with honour! – the cry of the soon-to-be-extinct Übermensch resounded from the vaults on April 30, 1945, since God, according to Friedrich Nietzsche, had been dead for a while already.
Implant ideas in the people’s mind without them being aware of it! – Joseph Goebbels, the incredibly zealous Minister of Propaganda, was still hailing. – Discipline! I repeat – discipline! We will follow the Führer even to the grave!
On that first day of May in 1945, a few decades back, at the end of World War II, Magda Goebbels’ hearing must have been especially sharp; otherwise, the reenactment of the biblical story of Abraham and his son Isaac would not have taken place in the bunker of the Übermensch.
Unlike four thousand years ago, the sky, although filled with roar, did not open and the good angel did not descend to the vault, failing to stop the killings.
As the Third Reich was falling, Magda Goebbels found enough strength and will to demonstrate, through a ritual act, that even though her world was collapsing, she still believed.
Magda had accomplished what Abraham had failed to do: in the name of ephemeral faith, together with her devious husband she had sacrificed her six children – Helga, Hildegard, Helmut, Holdine, Hedwig and Heidrun – on the crumbling altar of madness.
The seventh H, the one from her first marriage, had no part in this rite – aviation lieutenant Harald was elsewhere at the time.
My beloved son! – the ideal Frau wrote in her letter to the latter just a week before the fateful decision. – It has been 6 days already that we – Papa, your six little siblings and me – have been here, in the Führer’s bunker…
My wife and children, too, will stay in Berlin! – the Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels assured the nation on the radio, but his words were listened to by increasingly few people.
Yet that was precisely what happened on May 1st, 1945 – the unregenerate liar’s words were true like never before.
On that day, six children – dolled-up, combed and dressed in white – left this world, fed potassium cyanide by their caring mother; the ideal Frau and her husband quickly followed.If one listens carefully, the sextet, lined up in heaven, can be heard still singing a song that their mother Magda once taught them: I know, a miracle will happen once/ And we will meet each other/ I truly know – a miracle it’ll be.