As lunchtime approached, Alex could not clear his mind of a variety of thoughts about Adolf Hitler. He remembered his parents telling him about the air raids, and the fear. He remembered thinking how helpless they must have felt at the time. He remembered a series of thoughts, or fantasies, he had entertained as a teenager.

He had imagined a small group of German soldiers knocking on the door of his house, but he would be ready. A pot of boiling water on the roof to dump on the unsuspecting Germans. Perhaps an immediate bum rush of the door, and he and his four brothers would overwhelm the Germans before they could inflict any harm on his family.

He grabbed his tablet as he headed toward his car. He usually lunched alone, so this wasn't unusual. He drove to a nearby cafe where he had a small sandwich and coffee. His focus, though, was on his tablet. As he continued to press, he discovered that Hitler had visited England in 1927, primarily in London and Liverpool, and that he might have also visited Leicester. Hitler had a love of quality boots, and it wouldn't have been unusual for him, at the time, to visit Leicester and purchase several fine pairs.

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Alex was so excited and intrigued by the idea that Adolph Bloody Hitler may have visited his own hometown, and even before the world knew what a tyrant he was. He wondered what he did while in town. Where did he stay? What did he eat? Who did he see?

This last question stalled Alex for a moment... who did Hitler meet and see while in town? Officials? Dignitaries? Maidens?

What if Hitler had made acquaintances with one or more maidens of Leicester? Contraception was not a popular topic or technique in those days. It was possible that here in Leicester there might exist some heir of Adolph Hitler, and no one even knows about it. A forgotten Hitler love child. The idea intrigued him.

Alex began to salivate at the idea that he might uncover some great mystery. His coffee was nearly expired, though his sandwich was basically untouched. He wrapped the sandwich in a napkin, downed the last sip of coffee, and presented himself back to his car so he could return to work. On the drive, he considered various perspectives about this new insight about Hitler. His default was something like "I'm an idiot, what the fuck am I thinking?". But he kept coming back to the timing. And location. Leicester was much smaller then, than now. What if the Mayor of Leicester turned out to be a descendant of Hitler, wouldn't that be something?