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A famous couple had died that afternoon.

Two bullet shots were heard outside the compound.

As instructed, the seargents took the bodies upstairs and set them alight.

The world rejoiced at the fall of the Fuhrer.

Miles away from the Fuhrerbunker – Adolf Hitler & Eva boarded a millitary jet to  fly away into mystery forever.

Gyanban thoughts – Fliegen is a German word for Fly.This 55 fiction gave me something to think about when I was researching the story.Adolf Hitler’s death is known to be by a single gun shot to his right temple.Later his body was burnt along with his wife Eva Braun. The information about his death was inconsistenly released, some of which is still kept a secret.

Different versions of Hitler's fate were presented by the Soviet Union according to its political desires. In the years immediately following 1945, it maintained Hitler was not dead but had fled and was being shielded by former western allies.This worked for a time to cause western authorities some doubt. The chief of the U.S. trial counsel at Nuremberg, Thomas J. Dodd, said: "No one can say he is dead."

When President Truman asked Joseph Stalin at the Potsdam conference in August 1945 whether or not Hitler was dead, Stalin replied bluntly, 'No'. However, by 11 May 1945, the Soviets had already had Hitler's dentist Hugo Blaschke and his dential technician confirm the dental remains found were Hitler's and Eva Braun's.

But the question remains, why was information on Hitler’s death not an open text book in the first place? What could possibly be hidden? I leave it to your imagination…

information courtesy :wikipedia.


  1. The conspiracy theorists could write a thesis on that one, Hitler would have died a natural death by now, however, there is a high chance he did not die when they said he did...very well written though Gyanban! :)

  2. There are many theories. One even says that he had died a few years prior to 1945, probably by some rogue Nazi.
    Well written. This is the kind of stuff I love to read!

  3. @The speaking wood - yep some truths are better unknown I guess. thanks for appreciating.

    @D2 - There was also a claim that multiple clones were made and seen around various parts of the world ...these kind of stories are self mystifying, there's very little an author can do about it - I tried my best to give it a sharp angle - glad you liked it.

  4. But when you are Hitler can you spend the rest of your life anonymously?

  5. So many deaths are shrouded in mystery..Closer home, Subash Chandra Bose, Sanjay Gandhi, even Veerappan..Your story would've made such an exciting beginning for a novel :)

  6. @Purba - who knows in the world of espionage and covert lives,anything is possible.

    @Ana_treek - you bet we have so many versions so many deaths that no one knows the single source of truth anymore. Yes I did think about writing a long story- but time held me back.


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