Eva (Braun): My Diary Entry of a Gypsy-Cook (1942)

Fictional diary-entries presentation of Eva Braun from WWII in which she accounts for the daily-contact with her eccentric/quiet gypsy-cook man (Amlan) by whom she forms a 'quieting' view of Earth.

Eva Braun (WWII) fiction (here's an attempt of a male-writer to sound like a real-life woman, from history). Happy Holidays, all (thanks for reading!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of politics dramatization/fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I remember scribbling things to/for myself in the '30s, when I first met my Fuhrer, hoping he'd reciprocate on my thoughts of bondship and court-love as he rose to incredible power. Well, now I find myself here with him, my Fuhrer, swept-up in the awesome machinery-march of the Reich and thinking how he afforded me everyday home sanities for comforts and flowers and stark living for vitality and nutrition too (ok). Well, I've a new cook in my abode now, here in Nazi-Germany, a gypsy-man named Amlan who has a skill of preparing lamb-curry dishes for my wine-suppers, sometimes I take alone, without my Fuhrer, who's much more busy now in this campaign-of-war. I make personal-notes (still), portion cartoon (self-like)."

"Amlan was someone who was 'gathered' in Europe by the forces of the Reich and brought to me for my home services/care, and he had no real history but that of a wandering gypsy, whom I 'scooped' up away from camp-life and the orders of my Fuhrer's Reich-policy of population clearings for the march of this new Nazi consciousness for visions. This cook does like to make lamb-curry, and I find it juicy and nutritious and easy-to-consume...and I wonder what he thinks, as a sort of unusual (eccentric) gypsy as I consume what he makes for labors to save his own fate from camp-courses (ok). Amlan is quiet, reserved, and oddly curious to search my mind to confirm my meals are prepared/delivered/tabled on-time, as I'd expect, of course. Amlan is an eccentric, a quiet-gypsy of this 'new' Europe, which shall belong to my Fuhrer, and I'm confident of it in this year-1942 (self-like). Amlan is a nomad-like gypsy, of course...and (I think) he thinks I think to make special Earth Roman calendar marked days a new envisioning of things of old-human record for a 'new' Earth romance for machinery and kitchens and quieting and things (maybe an auto focus)."

"On this day, for wine-supper in the year-1942, my gypsy-cook (Amlan) prepared his (usual) welcomed and expectedly nice/nutritious/nourishing/tasty world-dish of lamb-curry and I ate it and told him to wait in my dining-table room extra-time to watch me savor his labored dish-preparation, which I did (savor). He asked me why I wanted him to confirm if I was pleased, and I told him it was a fine thing to affirm for stats of everyday-life in this new Nazi-Germany, and he nodded quietly, as he always had/did/does, and he informed me the recipe was his mother's and that he was relieved it produced his own life's work-reliabilities for the Fuhrer (of course!). I didn't know what to think of Amlan, my cook in my Euro-abode now in this year-1942, and i knew he thought I thought he thought I was something of my own 'Rapunzel' for things of Earthling question (for the Ego!)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)