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We were also determined to film Herbert Hagen.
On Sunday evening, after our first interview with Lischka, I telephoned
Hagen's house in Warstein and asked his wife whether he would consent to an
interview with a French journalist. After a few minutes she came back to the
telephone and said: "There's no chance of an interview. Furthermore, my husband
does not understand why you want to interview him."
I cut the
conversation short, for I knew that people have to leave their house once in a
while, and that Monday, February 22, would be Carnival day in Germany's
We left Cologne at 6 A.M. the next day and reached Warstein,
12 miles to the northeast, about 8:30. We went directly to Wilhelmstrasse. It
was hard to find a spot from which we could keep watch, but we finally parked a
hundred yards from Hagen's house, pointed the car toward it, and settled down
to wait. We had driven past the house and noticed that only two families lived
We waited for five hours and were beginning to lose hope when
the Carnival music began to blare. I was very hungry and went to a restaurant.
Meanwhile Serge and Harry saw a man in a tweed