This is an absolutely amazing book which is surely the best first-hand account of what Hitler was like as a person. August Kubizek was Hitler's best friend, in fact his only friend from 1906 to 1910 and it's only by reading an unfiltered, extensive account of Hitler that you realize what a righteous, courage and intelligent man he was. He was truly unique, from the age of just 16 he already displayed an innate moral code which drove his every thought and action, he showed no consideration for pleasuring himself, he only cared about the Germanic people. Not only that but he was clearly a genius and he had the unfathomable discipline to use all of his energy towards pursuing noble causes.
Adolf Hitler was clearly blessed by our creator, that becomes clear after reading this book. Here is possibly my favorite extract:
"Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise
to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it
was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode
through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him,
he would start talking straight away, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he
remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw
me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.
The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on
the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he
strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar
increased this impression.
I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I
suppressed the question.
As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. And only now
did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above
us.
Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never
made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His
eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they
usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how
much this experience had shaken him.
Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again
have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as
though we were the only creatures in the world.
I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had
never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It
was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at
all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as
though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with
elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him
as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more
than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse
which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burst forth from
him. He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people.
Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an
architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could
not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him
the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would
receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.
It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission
which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what
he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for
my friend.
His words were followed by silence."
Here is a link to the free online E-book :
https://ia700408.us.archive.org/27/item ... KnewJr.pdf