With Hitler on the road to Samara
By Sean Matgamna Of course you know the story. A man is in the market place, and he sees Death, and Death looks at him intently, recognising him. In a panic, the man runs to his horse and gallops away desperately, taking the road to the city of Samara. As he gallops off, Death turns to his companion. “Strange,” he said, “that was so-and-so. I was surprised to see him here, because I have an appointment with him, tonight, in Samara.” Death is all-powerful. There is no escape when he reaches your name on the list. Consider now, and the association is appropriate enough, the fate of poor Adolf...