I met him when i was 16 years old. We used to play by the train tracks, lay down between the rails and see who can stay there the longest when a train was coming. We were homeless, so we had nothing better to do. We grew up living inside abandoned houses and empty buildings, but mainly to shelter ourselves from the rain. When we were hungry, we digged for scraps out of garbage cans or "borrowed" fruit from the grocery stores. He was a funny kid, at least, he used to be. He always was stereotypical, though I kinda liked that about him. We became very close, and I imagined that we would be extremely rich and have everything we could ever want. Including a family of course. Right after he got back from the Great War, we got married. But who was my husband you ask? Adolf Hitler.