They made only one car of its kind....
Hitler told us he always felt bad about the way the
Bavarian authorities took away our car (you remem-
ber, ) and he has always wanted to give us a new
one. He has done it from the royalties of his book, so
it is an entirely personal gift!Göring felt they both needed a vacation. He was drained. He
spoke that month to an audience of thirty thousand farmers.
“He was so moved to see all these people in need,” wrote Carin.
“There they all stood, singing ‘Deutschland Deutschland über
Alles,’ most of them with tears streaming down their faces....
How his nerves stand it beats me.”
Her life was coming prematurely to its end, while her hus-
band’s, as though he had been born again, was just beginning.
Carin von Fock would love Hermann Göring to her dying day,
which was not many months away, and he would never forget
the debt that he still owed her: Thanks to her, he had beaten off
the fateful addiction long enough to reach the very threshold of
absolute power.
Knowing perhaps that she had not long to live, he packed
her at the end of that August into the swanky new Mer-
cedes, and they set off with swastikas fluttering from each fender
to tour Germany and then Austria, where his sister, now Paula
Hueber, was christening a daughter. He and Pili Körner took
turns at the wheel, while Carin sat in front wearing a light gray
coat, her face as pale as death but framed in a rakish motoring
helmet of leather. She watched Hermann triumphantly signing
autographs everywhere, but she was so weak that meals had to be
carried out to her.
Suddenly and unexpectedly Carin’s mother died on Sep-
tember . Ignoring the warnings of her doctors, she returned
to Stockholm for the funeral: with newly hired, beige-liveried