1890 German Empire, Weimar.

In front of the memorial statue of the famous poets Goethe and Schiller on the theater square, a crazy old man is shouting in the midst of the busy flow of people.

"God is dead, the new age has come, and I will tell you what it means to be superhuman......"

"What is an ape to man? a mockery or a painful humiliation. The same should be true of man to superman: a ridicule or a painful humiliation. You've done the long journey from worm to man, but you're still worm in many ways. Once upon a time you were apes, but now man is more like an ape than any ape......"

The crazy and inverted words made passers-by look sideways, and parents covered their children's ears and eyes for fear of frightening the children, and even avoided this "madman" from afar.

But in the face of the many eyes, the old man was unaware, but held his wine jug and raised his head to drink.

"Gurgling ......"

The sweet wine that overflowed from the corners of his mouth spilled on his cheeks, on his beard, and even on his robe, but he didn't mind.

"Man, I preach to you the will of the earth......

The mad old man was still shouting and dancing, but no one listened to him, only a crowd of playful children following him, throwing stones at him. The embarrassed old man was hurt by the stone and had to dodge.

After a long time, the old man came up drunk, and simply lay down on the street, and fell asleep.

Ten years later, the old man died, leaving only the name of "Nietzsche" and a few books in the world, but for the philosophical community at the time, it meant the death of a pioneer of a modern philosophical system.

The king of the kingdom of philosophers is dead, and the genius who overturned the old morality and created a new moral system no longer exists, but his influence is incomparably far-reaching.

7 years after Nietzsche's death, 1907, Vienna, Austria.

"Mr. Adolf Hitler, your paintings are not ...... So, we ......"

A 17-year-old young man, a letter from the Vienna Conservatory, the silent young man's face was blue and white for a while, and finally unwilling to drag his luggage, angrily returned to his hometown.

......

Linz, train station, a young man waits for a train in the crowd.

He wore the bangs that were fashionable at the time, and his neat and meticulous hair was smooth and shiny, just like his serious and slightly rigid character. From time to time, I looked down at the time of the pocket watch in my hand, waiting for my friend to appear.

Train after train, he kept looking at the code of the train, until the train he was waiting for finally arrived, he carefully scanned the people who got off the train, and finally, he saw his good friend in the crowd......

With a cold face, inch hair, as rigid as ever, he didn't smile, dragging a big suitcase, and squeezed through the sea of people in front of him.

"Adolf!"

The excited young man waved at his good friend and shouted his friend's name loudly, while the young man named Adolf looked up at him, first a flash of surprise, but then as if he had thought of something, he fell silent inexplicably.

When Adolf got off the train, the young man walked with him and talked about his nostalgia for his friend.

However, his good friend, who had always talked endlessly in his impression, was silent at the moment, just dragging his suitcase forward, and then listening to the words of the young man next to him, he suddenly said something.

"Kubišik, I don't want to talk about that right now. ”

Stunned for a moment, Kubišek also sensed Adolf's sullenness and stopped talking, he and Adolf had known each other for many years, and knew very well that he should get along with this friend of his.

......

Back in his hometown of Linz, Adolf at first looked unusual, as he used to do, dressed in good clothes every day, and then wandered around his hometown of Linz with his cane, occasionally using the money he saved to go to the concert hall to listen to the opera, which was also a hobby he shared with his only friend, Kubišik.

In Kubysek's opinion, his friend is a very strange person, stubborn and rigid, arrogant and arrogant.

His father, a customs clerk, died when he was very young, and according to the rules of the time, the widow of a civil servant received a monthly allowance of 100 crowns, but each trip to the theater cost 10 crowns. Adolf didn't care about the money, and Adolf's mother, Mrs. Clara, who loved her son deeply, also supported her children for Adolf's artistic dreams, even though the expenses were so high.

Kubyšek once asked Adolf, since you are short of money, why don't you go find some work to make money?

"I'm not going to work. ”

In Adolf's eyes, any work is just "making ends meet". Inexplicable conceit and arrogance made him disdain to do these little things, and in Adolf's view, he should have devoted himself to great poetry, painting, and opera appreciation, rather than just making ends meet.

When talking about the "subsistence business", Adolf's mouth is full of contempt.

In addition, Adolf, who was keen on architecture, often took Kubišek to see the buildings in the city, and he once described the blueprint of the city in his mind to Kubišik, churches, opera houses, subway stations, transportation routes...... A thriving city built by itself.

There is an unquestionable decisiveness in his speech, and the speech method he learned from the opera performance makes him have an inexplicable magical charm when he raises his hands and feet, making people involuntarily forget what he is saying, just impressed by the movement and momentum, and subconsciously believe his words.

But...... Occasionally, Kubišik would ask a confused rhetorical question.

"So, where does the money come from?"

Then Adolf would stare at him dissatisfied, his overly serious and cold countenance, especially the piercing gaze, which frightened him, and when Kubišik's mother first saw Adolf who had come to visit, she couldn't help but be frightened by those eyes.

"Your friend's eyes are amazing!"

Kubysik vividly remembers that night when his mother said this, there was more fear than appreciation in her words.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter at all!

Looking at his friend in front of him, Adolf said angrily.

He did not say much about his studies in Vienna, except that he had passed the requirements of the Academy, and Kubišik was heartily glad for his friend, because he was finally able to move forward towards the goal of art.

The news also brought comfort to Adolf's mother, Mrs. Clara, who was seriously ill, and the news of Adolf's return and admission gave her some comfort. At other times, Adolf would take his only friend, Kubyszyk, to the countryside, and it was the only time he felt relaxed.

......

It's spring, and everything grows.

On the outskirts of Linz, there are beech trees and shrubs with shimmering red leaves, and when you take a deep breath, moist air fills your lungs. Walking on the forest road, the two friends quietly enjoyed this rare sense of tranquility.

"Gustav, look at that squirrel. ”

Raising his staff, Adolf pointed to the squirrel in the treetops, motioning for his friend to look.

And the "Gustav" in his mouth is also his full name Augustus Kubišek, because of habit, Adolf sometimes calls his friend Gustav, not only because of ridicule, but also because his brother who died early is called Gustav.

Kubišik looked in the direction of his cane, and saw a chestnut-colored squirrel cocking its tail above the treetops, and it was very cute and cute.

"What a sweet little one. ”

Adolf exclaimed.

"It's very cute, how, used to seeing the city of Vienna, it's very pleasant to see squirrels. ”

Kubyszyk couldn't help but laugh.

He knew that his only friend was temperamental, stubborn, conservative, misogynistic, hero-worshipping, almost ascetic, and he often lamented why he had not been born 1,500 years ago, in a classical age of heroes. Although he repeatedly said that he did not like the countryside and did not like to stay in a small place like Linz, it was difficult to hide his love for nature.

"Vienna is a nice city, but ...... Hum. ”

Adolf snorted, as if remembering the unpleasant events in Vienna.

"I've seen your paintings in Vienna, the architecture is good, the details are very detailed, but they are not very popular...... I don't think you hate cities, just because you hate too many people. ”

As he walked, Kubyšek brushed away the slender branch in front of him and said in passing, Adolf thought about it, but nodded unexpectedly in agreement.

"Probably. ”

It was a peaceful day, and the two best friends were walking in the woods to relax, but the next day, there was a rare knock on Kubišik's door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Opening the door, Kubišik was confronted by a scene he had never seen before, his conceited and arrogant friend Adolf, who looked very haggard at the moment. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood, and his gaze was glazed.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The doctor said my mother...... There is no cure. ”

(The story about Hitler, based on Augustus Kubyschick's "The Young Hitler I Know")