I was Hitler. Adolf Hitler.
I lived in a little Alpen Village with my wife and son in peace and quiet. We had a garden, some chickens, and I would walk to the lake every morning.

One day, a man came to me and told me that they had used some of my ideas. In fact, they had used some of my ideas to murder millions of people. It was as though a knife went through my heart; I yelled. The man went away, happy to have met me, but sad I did not come with him.

This new knowledge caused me to fold in on myself; I became despondent. I ignored my wife and son, except when I needed them to help me reenact certain elabourate senarios with my model train set, which I now spent every waking hour on. The train set was my life now.

I build it all the way down to the lake.

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