Myat Nyein - Hitler Reincarnated

One cold evening in September 1974.

The twin-engine silver and black plane glided down the runway from a hover at Sao Paulo's Congonhas airport. It then turned off the runway and taxied toward the hangar.

One of the three people who got off the plane was wearing a white suit. All three got into a car parked next to the hangar and drove towards the center of São Paulo, where there were large white skyscrapers.

After about twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a low-rise Japanese restaurant. The name of the restaurant was "Sakai."

The entire grand reception hall was painted a bright red.

The three of them entered the hall side by side. The two tall men were each dressed in dull, colorful clothes. They looked like they were about to be attacked. One had blonde hair, the other had black hair.

The one who walked in the middle of the two of them was a man in a white suit. He was older than the other two. He was thin. He was dressed in white from his hat to his shoes. The only difference was a small orange tie. In his white-gloved hand, he carried a large, puffy briefcase. He was in a relaxed manner, even breathing heavily. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

A Japanese girl in a kimono smiled and bowed in greeting. The girl took the white man's hat and offered to help him take the large bag from his hand. The white man did not hand his bag to the girl. He spoke in Portuguese to another Japanese man who came up to him.

"My name is Espiazu. I have rented a room for myself."

There was a German accent in his voice. He was probably about sixty years old. His brown eyes were sparkling.

The Japanese man replied in Portuguese with a Japanese accent.

"Oh... Signora Esperanza, come this way. Just go up this little staircase. You'll be happy to see the scenery upstairs."

"I'm just happy. It's so nice to be back in the city."

"Ah... the teacher doesn't live in the city."

"Yes... I live in the forest."

"Your room is the first one on the right. Please take off your shoes before entering the room."

When they reached the door of the room designated for them, the white-clad man put one of his feet on the carpet. The black-haired man sat down on his haunches and untied the gold buckle (a small head like a belt buckle) on his white shoes. The blonde-haired man took off his shoes and opened the door, stepping into the light green room.

Japan took off his back shoes and said, "This is the best room we have, Satoru, very good."

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine"

The white man replied, looking down at him as he took off one of his shoes.

"I have arranged for the big dinner to be ready at seven o'clock sharp, sir. For drinks, I have chosen beer and brandy. No sake (Japanese liquor)."

A man with blond hair stood at the door. He nodded and took a step back. The man in white stepped into the room.

The whole room was cool. It was fragrant. The pale green walls and silk curtains matched the color of the woven carpets on the floor. Seven bamboo chairs were placed in the middle of the room. In the middle of the chairs was a low black table. Plates and cups were arranged on the table. Directly under the table was a small saucepan-shaped bowl, smaller than the table. In the right corner of the room was a small table. On this table were two electric stoves.

"Seven people can stay comfortably. The room is spacious."

Japan said. Then with a smile, "And the most beautiful Japanese girls will take care of it."

The white teacher pointed to the curtain depicting the "shoji" flowers and asked, "What is behind that curtain?"

"There is another private room, sir."

“Is anyone there tonight?”

"Not yet, sir, but someone will come forward to hire me."

"Okay, I'll rent that room too."

The white figure signaled the man with blonde hair to pull the curtain open.

"That room is for six people. Sometimes it's rented for eight people."

"Yes, I'll pay an extra kyat for dinner for eight people."

As he spoke, he walked to the far end of the room. His bulging briefcase clattered against his shins.

The Japanese woman became unsmiling.

"I'll only ask for it if someone comes to rent a room, sir. And I'll only ask for the difference between what it would cost to eat downstairs and what it would cost to eat in the room, sir."

The man in white looked surprised.

"Yes, that's fine, thank you."

"Just a goat...here"

The dark-haired man spoke to Japan from his position in the room.

“Can you close this hole?” he pointed to an octagonal hole in the wall of the room facing the hallway. The man spoke Portuguese with a Brazilian accent.

"This is made for little girls."

Japan explained in detail that since girls were given food at the dinner table, they were allowed to open the first dish to see if it was finished.

"No problem. You'll have to wait in the hallway."

The white-robed man said to the man with the dark hair. Then he turned to the Japanese and said, "Everything is satisfactory. My guests will arrive at eight o'clock. So..."

“I’ll send them upstairs.”

"No need. I'll have someone wait downstairs. For now, give me a glass of Dubonnet. Add a little ice and a squeeze of lemon, okay?"

"Okay, sir."

The dark-haired man closed the door. He ran his hand along the top of the next door. The white-haired man covered the octagonal opening with his body. The blond man sat down next to the table and examined the bamboo chair arms. He looked at the legs. He pressed the chair cushions. He didn't look again. Finally, he turned the chairs upside down.

Then he knelt down and leaned his head under the table, looking at the little hollows beneath it. When he was satisfied, he lifted his head up to look at the table from below more than before. He looked carefully from one end of the table to the other. Then he rose from his kneeling position and put the bamboo chair and cushions back in their places.

The white-suited teacher walked over, placed his briefcase on the floor, and carefully sat down, holding the arm of the next chair.

There was a knock on the door. The dark-haired man turned and lowered his hand from the door frame. The blonde walked towards the door. A waitress in a pink kimono entered with her head bowed. She held a plate in her hand.

"Power"

The white man made a joyful noise. But when he saw the flat face of the Japanese girl kneeling beside him, his eager expression faded. The woman removed the napkin and chopsticks from the plate.

"Wait a minute, what's the girl's name?"

The big white man said, trying to make his voice cheerful.

"Shushu, teacher."

The waitress put down her glass of wine. Then she rose from her knees and stepped back.

"Now, Susu, I want us to be free before the guests arrive. Okay?"

"Okay, sir."

The woman hurriedly left the room. The blonde closed the door and went to the octagonal opening, hiding behind it. The dark-haired woman tried the doorframe again.

The man in white said in German.

"This girl is beautiful, so I don't know what she would look like if she were a less beautiful girl."

The golden-haired man laughed heartily.

The white man pulled out a thin magazine from his briefcase. It was a British medical journal called “Surgeon.” Then he took out a worn-out spectacle case from his pocket. After putting on his spectacles, he put the case back in his pocket. Then he took out a gold cigarette case from his pocket. There was a handwritten inscription on the cigarette case. Then he read “Surgeon.” He seemed to be surprised at what he was reading. At one point, he even muttered something in English.

"Oh, you're completely wrong, sir."

All the guests arrived in four minutes, one after the other.