talked politics most of the time, but not in the manner of an
agitator at all. He left Ossbahr some books to read, including
Mein Kampf, but the lawyer never got around to reading it. On
one occasion Göring admitted that he was addicted to mor-
phine, but he said he was fighting back. “I have such great tasks
ahead of me,” he said, “that I simply have to be cured.”
Ossbahr found Carin a changed woman. She was now “a bit
peculiar, something of a mystic.” He was mildly taken aback
when she insisted on reading his palm. The atmosphere around
the couple left this lawyer with a feeling of “something somehow
unreal” it was hard to describe. “Her wish was his command.
He wasn’t her slave, but almost. Göring was clearly even more
deeply in love than she.” After Ossbahr lost sight of the
couple, never dreaming then that Captain Göring of No.
Ödengatan would one day become the great Hermann Göring
of Germany.
For months the ingratitude of the party gnawed at
Göring’s mind. He had written to Hitler about resuming com-
mand of the SA once the ban on it was lifted, but Hitler had
tartly responded that the SA was his own business and that
Göring should keep his nose out of it. Göring then reminded
Hitler of the party’s indebtedness to him, and “carefully filed
away” this correspondence, as he disclosed in an embittered let-
ter to Captain Lahr, the veteran who had bought the Ober-
menzing villa. The letter, written from Stockholm on June ,
, seethed at the hypocritical “nationalist [völkische] circles”
and “party hacks” around Hitler; the Nazi party, grumbled
Göring, had ruined him by its “utter brutality and ruthless-
ness.” “It has shown,” he added, “not one spark of conscience or
comradeship.” He advised Lahr to profit from his own experi-
ence. Gone was his previous “blazing admiration” for the
Führer, Adolf Hitler. “I wrote to the Führer but got back just