The Last Witness

The last witness speaks. A man who lived in Hitler's court, working as his telephone operator and bodyguard, tells a Jewish woman from Israel about the final years of Hitler's life, about his last hours. He sifts through hundreds of photos, pulling out this one and that one; here he is with Hitler; and here he is standing guard while Hitler sleeps; and here is Eva Braun; and the Goebbles family. He speaks on and on, without batting an eye. How were his memories constructed? He had sixty years to build and erase them. Had the war, God forbid, ended differently, of what would these photos remind the man who kept them as a souvenir? What would he say then? And his devoted housekeeper, who with German precision removes every speck of dust from each corner and object, what does she say? On what is her memory based? And his artist friend who documented the Berlin bunker in his drawings before its destruction and since then has been painting in oils, nothing else, like an obsession, while ...