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Capitulation Letters or Unconditional Surrender Diary or White Flag as the title of a recovered war fantasy novel written by Julius Evola during the Allied invasion of the Republic of Salò. The main character is Otto Weininger, a proto-fascist philosopher and herald against the holocaust in the same sense of D'Annunzio, a supporting character, being beyond The Poet, beyond a one-eyed fighter pilot, the First Duce from the Italian Regency of Carnaro, a formally breaked up italian territory by the first Allies, and also against the Axis. Carlo Michelstaedter, another protagonist star, whose striking feat of reconciling erudition, free thought and pessimism led him to shoot himself after having obeyed his father who demanded his degree, along with Weininger, both actually lucky suicides who didn’t even experienced the First World War hence concentration camp escapees, became the initial summoned ghosts in a kind of occultist séance, the scenario throughtout the whole pugnacious book. Evola disowned the astray manuscript after becoming paralytic during the continuous fascist defeat and improbability of another political reform in the same way like Mussolini's last attempt. Albeit there is no one who does not feel sorry for the vain efforts of Skorzeny in the rescue even witnessed by Evola himself, this is the description of the political atmosphere and of the accident according to his autobiography The Path of Cinnabar:

"[...]In Rome, therefore, at the time of the German occupation, I made a secret attempt to establish a 'Movement for the Rebirth of Italy'. Involved in this project, among others, were Senator Carlo Costamagna - whom I had worked with in the past - and the Senator and former Minister, Balbino Giuliano. The purpose of our Movement, which after the war would have become a political party, would have been analogous to that of the Movimento Sociale Italiano - although our own Movement would have been conceived in more traditionalist terms as an expression of the Right devoid of one-sided references to Fascism (the negative as well as positive aspects of which we would have taken into account). Our political project came to an end at the time of the Allied occupation of Rome for a number of reasons (apparently, including an act of betrayal). I ought to have stayed in Rome, but the force of events led me away from the capital. I then crossed the frontier and moved to Vienna, where I had been summoned, by way of northern Italy. In the Austrian city, a similar political project was underway as the one which had failed in Rome. However, not long before the Russian occupation of the city, a bombing raid caused an injury to my spinal cord. The injury, which appeared lethal at first, caused the partial paralysis of my lower limbs."

 "I thus found myself confined to hospital. Such an accident, no doubt, was not unrelated to a rule I had long chosen to follow: not to avoid, but, on the contrary, to seek dangers as a tacit way of putting fate to the test. For this very reason, in the past, I had pursued mountain climbing at dangerous altitudes. I remained faithful to this very principle during the war, when a world was crumbling and the future was shrouded in uncertainty. The accident I fell victim to, however, lent itself to no obvious explanation. Not much changed in my life following the accident, as my handicap was merely physical: aside from the practical disadvantages, and the limitations it entailed from the point of view of my profane existence, the handicap hardly bothered me, for my spiritual and intellectual work remained unaffected by the accident. In my heart, I have always thoroughly subscribed to the traditional doctrine I often quoted in my writing, which teaches that we have wished all relevant events in our life before our birth. I could not, therefore, avoid applying such a doctrine to the aforementioned event. To remember why I had wished such an accident upon myself, and to understand its most profound significance, is what truly mattered in my eyes - more than 'recovery' itself (something I cared little about). (Besides, as I saw it, had I been capable of grasping the 'memory' of such a wish by the light of knowledge, I would no doubt also have been capable of removing the physical handicap itself - if I had wished to do so.) To this day, however, the fog which clouds my memory has yet to lift. For the time being, I have come to adapt myself to the circumstances. Occasionally, I am humorously led to believe that it is gods who might be responsible for the situation, having used a little too much force when playing with me." 

Thankfully, the discoverers of this lost relic avoided public rejection due to the long gap between the posthumous find and his passing away. By the way it should be interesting to note that his fathomless disillusionment with the State since his frustrations with the Italian Social Republic led him to the defeatism from within modernity of Ride the Tiger: A Survival Manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul but staying true to the spirit of Revolt Against the Modern World. Throughout the post-war period Italy's sunken circumstances rendered Evola a Stylite, even because of the involuntary asceticism of his misfortune, amongst ancient roman ruins and modern fascism debris and solely a telepath (one of his esoteric themes) could know his thoughts during the mute decade that lasted from his autobiography until his farewell book Meditations on the Peaks: Mountain Climbing as Metaphor for the Spiritual Quest. Thus what can be said for sure about him is that he finally arrived at a Conservative revolutionary right wing anarchism looking forward to whatever will turn up later on in relation to the regrets of prodigality and irreversibility of the dissipation of losses or waste of energy.

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Maximiani Portas' Lover as the title of a explicitly pornographic memoir which the founder of the American Nazi Party George Lincoln Rockwell received the alleged authorship posthumously after the embarrassing attempt of his assassin John Patler to impersonate a writer with the manuscript he found hidden in the middle of Rockwell's washed clothes from the laundromat. Coincidentally, almost as if he had premeditated the book robbery, he claimed swapping it (who knows why) with The British Prison Ship by Philip Morin Freneau, also almost being the precursor in having as motivation of homicide a book like Lennon's murder Mark David Chapman reading Salinger's book while waiting his arrest. Patler's official motivation for his crime of passion prevails as being his exclusion from the Party due to ideological differences. Astoundingly, this tragic disagreement didn't happened between white supremacists and black nationalists whose reflection of racial separatist goals Rockwell respected without misunderstandings. Malcolm X being officially killed by the Nation of Islam for his dissidence 2 years prior never seemed a premonition to him.

As soon the runaway was imprisoned the successor was Matthias Koehl, less pragmatic and more esoteric, whose influence from the forerunner of  Nazi occultism, Savitri Devi, was patent by honoring her ashes enshrinement with those of Rockwell.

 Apart the protestant KKK being the most active associate organization since a couple of centuries ago, this Greek-French-English heroin writer adhered to Hinduism, deep ecology, animal rights and a veteran spy in India for the Axis affected Koehl as undoubtedly she had affected Rockwell before. Her magnetism was so great that attracted the Nazi fashion muse and financier Françoise Dior, the consort of John Tyndall and Colin Jordan (also Devi's well known acquaintance from the British National Party) who divorced from them because of judicial problems and political impotence. It's beyond question we ought to pardon all this affairs owing to the loyalty of their lasting friendship, which was certainly one more flashy instigation for the loathing of Dior's aunt, Catherine, a veteran Allied spy and tortured concentration camp survivor.

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The active prey as the title of a apocryphal fragment of The Prison Notes by Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, a romanian holy martyr and strong candidate to oficially become part of the Christian polytheism after his skirmishes ranging from the bolsheviks menace to Carol II's kingdom. The latter responsible for his one-sided judgement and captivity (allowing this last written words) until fear of Codreanu's Iron Guard closing ties with Hitler caused the king to put to death the potential regicide. Notwithstanding his tragic end being comparable to Primo de Rivera, another sacrificed by a Republic in favor of the victorious but antipathetic Franco, his years of military school and indoctrination were, as implies his hero from childhood Stephen the Great (only comparable to Vlad the Impaler), romantic and nostalgic. Apparently considering himself another Stephen’s bastard, in a good way, he also demonstrated his greatness and hardness by joining and leading many political groups, consecutively molding them according to what Legionarism and the Iron Guard would be, influenced by a revelation of archangel Michael such as Mary’s annunciation and Muhammad's first revelation by archangel Gabriel. Amid his rising heroic fame there was only a rash act of vengeance, something commonly expected from pimp gangsters and anarchist terrorists, against police misfeasance and brutality with the killing of Police prefect Constantin Manciu which was met with lenient punishment because of the infamy of the local authorities. The personal risks and the possible bad repercussion convinced him that this demonstration of berserk leadership was enough until the corrupt elections that decided his real verdict. 

After the king's abdication and exile with his mistress Magda Lupescu due to higher forces leaving his 19-year-old son Michael I in Romania as a irrelevant acquiescent bureaucrat, the beheaded organization and the sympathetic accomplice Ion Antonescu created the National Legionary State which, as soon as entering World War II, barely lasted a year until the repression of the Legionnaires' rebellion who wanted a open anti-semitic government trying to start it through the Bucharest pogrom. This Iron Guard’s failed betrayal didn't prevented the following of the Holocaust there even if by more pogroms and massacres, away from the capital and from german concentration camps, in occupied territories during the war. After King Michael's Coup against Antonescu at the imminent defeat both of them inevitably lost power to soviet occupation and annexation. The first was exiled shortly after the latter's execution as a war crimes convict. Such as if they were intentionally trying to accumulate evidence of eternal recurrence Nicolae Ceaușescu and all before him since then were or could have been executed undercover (Ceaușescu clearly was the exception to the rule). 

Among the intellectuals who enthusiastically supported the beginning of what the Iron Guard entailed were Emil Cioran, Mircea Eliade, Eugen Ionescu and Mihail Sebastian. The first three didn't really fled but naturally distanced themselves by disappointment with the mistrust and in avoiding the social climbers they approached their own fate. The last, a Jew, survived writing on his assigned ghetto to die hitted by a truck in a accident thus escaping his newest academic career opportunity.

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Puritanografia as the title of a sacrofobic novel found in the released NKVD files on Boleslaw Piasecki. The reasons for his police record was his leadership of ONR-Falanga (inspired by the Blackshirts, Falangism, and the Iron Guard) and of Konfederacja Narodu until it merged into Armia Krajowa in the middle of the war, shortly before the Red Army completely retaken Poland despite the non-aggression pact. At least until new releases and translations of documents and testimonies, who would know exactly what Piasecki did in those days  besides being forced to fight bare handed with the scarcity of weapons and ammunition then, transmogrified into a nyctalope, hiding with guerrillas in the middle of nowhere in the Polish countryside? Certainly his file started with the NKVD arrest, thus the only doubt being whether he chose to be tortured before agreeing to collaborate with the stalinist Polish United Workers' Party through the secular Catholic PAX Association conversions against the Roman Catholic Church.

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The meeting between Serrano and Degrelle in Madrid took place a decade before his death, and therefore, before Serrano’s dedication to him in the book Nuestro Honor Se Llama Lealtad. Degrelle long before meeting, even if too late, his intellectual brother-in-arms and sentimental companion began his ideological training and militancy as a journalist for the periodical Christus Rex and as a correspondent in Mexico during the Cristero War (a religious-mystical peasant revolt against the Lay State of the Revolution). Rexism, the official ideology of the dissident party of Catholic conservatives, being the ultimate consequence of his ingenuity of invention and, of course, of European Nazi-fascist political victory. The disillusionment with democracy and with the moderation of anti-Semitism could only naturally lead to the tightening of ties with other minor fascist movements (like the Falangism of Primo de Rivera and Bolesław Piasecki or the Iron Guard of Corneliu Codreanu) and to collaborationism. Serrano, a year before the war in Europe, witnessed in Chile the Seguro Obrero massacre whereupon after a failed coup involving a stand-off and a shootout, about 60 of the Von Marées’s Nazi Youth militants who had surrendered after being given assurances of justice, were then lined against a wall and executed by the cops of the Liberal Party government, making him staunch in the same position since the influence of this martyrdom. In his last letter to Degrelle, in what appears to be a moment of materialist lucidity contrasting directly with all esotericism and hermeticism of his work, one can quote the following about the universal environment: “Obviously we are not the only ones detained and isolated, since among countless sworn enemies, from Marxists to liberals, from Libertarians to Conservatives, none of them are 'freer' than each other or more than anyone sharing the same concentration camp barracks that they call home. The one and only truth is that none of our worthy partisans would ever have to invent what modernity calls 'everyday life', 'citizenship', 'civility' or 'entrepreneurship'. Their hunting season against our species seems virtually over anyway.” After that there is only the typical conspiratorial tone in his appealing ranting against Zionism and Americanism.

Returning to the original subject, the defeat and retreat of the Walloon Legion from the Russian front to Estonia and Hitler's suicide inspired Degrelle’s desperate escape from Norway with an aircraft provided by the architect Speer (later a repentant nazi) with his final destination being a beach from northern Spain, despite the emergency landing that turned out into a serious accident.

Thenceforth, among the several defamation attempts against him is this blacklist issued from the war crimes tribunal in Antwerp for the death sentences in absentia of, besides Degrelle, (who died of cardiac arrest in a hospital in Málaga.), René Lagrou and Pierre Daye (both of them who fled to Peron’s Argentina creating and organizing at least one of the last points of the ratlines).

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The bearable gravity of not being as the title of a confessional poem written by  Johann von Leers but found with Skorzeny in his deathbed in Madrid at the end of Francoist Spain. Both of them were in nasserist Egypt under the auspices of Amin al-Husseini and of the CIA spymaster Gehlen justifying their intimacy and closeness ever since. While Leers became Omar Amin and head of the Institute for the Study of Zionism probably doing the same he always did in the Reich Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda, Skorzeny was military advisor, recruited a staff made up of former SS and Wehrmacht officers to train the Egyptian army, even training Arab volunteers and Palestinian refugees (Yasser Arafat) in commando tactics. The former accepted stability as an academic scholar. The other rejected all loyalty, denounced by Mossad on their magazine Matara which claimed his recruitment as a spy against German scientists who were working on an Egyptian project to develop rockets, proving himself to be more and more like a international mercenary star, his activity ranging sometimes from Latin America to Europe and Africa.  

Supposedly during ugandan and cambodian simultaneous killing fields Skorzeny negociated his services with Idi Amin Dada and Pol Pot’s enemy (the Neo-Khmerist Lon Nol)  but it would not be worth it losing the opportunity to participate in the victory over the Latin American guerrillas, even if the consequence was the generalized decay of the military.

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Transcendental sign language for euthanasists as the title of a biographical epic novel left beside Herberts Cukurs’s corpse found with at least two suppressed automatic pistol bullets in his shattered skull inside a icebox from a house in a remote suburb of montevideo, Uruguay. The perpetrator of the shooting was, according to himself in the book Execution of the Hangman of Riga: The Only Execution of the Nazi War Criminal by the Mossad co-written with a journalist, the retired Mossad agent  'Anton Künzle'. It is the same name used in the forced approach of Cukurs, first as a tourist customer of short sightseeing flights in Brazil provided by a formerly only internationally acclaimed Latvian aviation pioneer and war veteran, then as a friendly and successful potential partner who set an appointment for a business trip that was secretly a premeditated trap. 

Since the enticement to another country was not a mere whim but due to problems with local authorities of the newly established military government what remains unsolved after this simple execution would be the improbability of someone like Cukurz (whose only published book was about his Gambia travel) having written such a thing and the careful or negligent omission of it by Kunzle. Reliable information about the involvement of other spies in the case has not yet been revealed by the authorities beyond the brief note confirming that no civilian or nobody else would have known all of his life.

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Pantagruelism as the name of a disowned novel by Miguel Serrano, a self-titled ‘esoteric hitlerist’ and some sort of a chilean Knut Hamsun, written during his conversion from marxism right before the war.  Much more famous than that and his superstition was his participation in the funeral procession of Walter Rauff, who leaded gas vans (invented by the NKVD) in Tunisia and policed northern Italy until being sent to and escaping from the american camp aided by Alois Hudal and the ratlines. Serrano paid his condolences alongside members of Colonia Dignidad and Nazi refugees indifferent to the protests organized by Beate Klarsfeld in favor of his extradition. 

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Tractatus Laicus Ilogico-Philosophastericus as the leftover title from a unknown book found on one of the missing pages in the same coastal resort where it was identified under a false name Mengele's drowned body after a stroke while swimming. The illegible soaked pages with only one of them still having the badly preserved latin title were discovered and hided by his friends (who Mengele was visiting) in Brazil after decades of his undercover death. It's just an annoying detail the hefty price they charged for it from the eccentric collectors.  

Not only the mystery of his intellectual life but also the riddle of why someone so targeted among other fugitives and sought in the same place as many others were found has not yet been solved. However justified this might be by his bonhomie and his complete resignation of the past, in spite of the typical signs of threat that any internationally sought fugitive gets accustomed to, there has never been an assassination attempt, letter bomb or arrest attempt against him.

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While Brunner was initially in Egypt being a arms dealer against Israel, like Rimbaud in Harar (Ethiopia) in reverse, Aribert Heim after being Dr Death, not unlike the Angel of death, converted to islam and settled himself in Cairo as Tarek Farid Hussein. According to the only letter found with Brunner as proof of the ephemeral correspondence between them, Heim despised him, even calling him a 'warmer bruder' thus being explicitly homophobic despite sharing the same inveterate anti-Semitism. Regardless of the disagreements, Heim became a well-reputed gynecologist after the prison camp. His son still says he have nothing more to declare beyond what was already heard by everyone in court.

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The gaieties of old louis Heye as the title and pseudonym of the unpublished diary of Alois Brunner about which against all expectations isn't a vacation or war diary but about his boredom with the utilitarianism and heterodoxy of torture in Syria. This is manifest, besides the brief comments on Sade, in his precise descriptions of it and in his alternation with oniric recollections of nazi-occupied paris. 

In a unofficial translation there's this noteworthy quote: 'None experience of Nemesis  was before ever so pacific as with the two mutilations from letterbombs when all hope of another escapade fleed my marrow with each blast fragmentation'.

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Behind the lack of principles of displeasure as the title of a automatist love poem written by a HIV-positive thai pimp whose main inspiration was his revulsion for his trannies. He dedicated it to his forgiving institutionalized wife who ‘always knew everything and didn’t regret becoming a snitch before their marriage’, an example that unfortunately he followed too late.

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The tragedy of birth from the spirit's music or socialism and barbarism as the title of a surreal history book on the revolutionary suicide of leftism with a nuclear war written by a ex-black panther and nuclear holocaust survivor living in a dystopian empire of recycling the landfills covering the surface of earth  .

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Juche being nothing more than a north korean variation of mediterranean omertà and the Party as bureaucratic mafia with its monopolized money laundering business at its finest.