encouraged Drucker to sleep on it. He then got up as if to go but sat down again.For five minutes Hensch was silent. When he spoke again, it was about his fiancé,Elise. He wanted Drucker's address abroad so that Elise could get in touch withhim when she, too, got out of Germany. “Of course, I had to break it off whenHitler came to power,” he told Drucker. “I moved out of the apartment we hadtogether, back to my parents, but I’ve paid the rent on the apartment until the endof March. I told Elise that she ought to get out of Germany as fast as possible. Butshe doesn’t know anyone abroad.” Drucker gave his parents’ address in Vienna,and Hensch relapsed into silence again.“My God,” he burst out at last, “how I envy you! I only wish I could leave—but Ican't. I get scared when I hear all that talk in the Nazi Party inner councils, and I dosit in now, you know. There are madmen there who talk about killing the Jews andgoing to war, and about jailing and killing anyone who holds a dissenting opinionand questions the Fuehrer's word.“It's all insane. But it frightens me. I know you told me a year ago that the Nazisbelieved these things and that I ought to take them seriously. But I thought it wasthe usual campaign rhetoric and didn't mean a thing. And I still think so. Now thatthey’re in power they’ll have to learn that one can't do such things. After all, this isthe twentieth century. My parents think so too; so does Elise. When I told her thatshe ought to get out of Germany she thought I was mad. And I probably am—theycan't mean these things and get away with them. But I’m beginning to be scared.”“If you feel that way,” Drucker remembers saying, “why don’t you leave? Youaren’t thirty yet and have no family that depends on you. You have a decent degreein economics and won’t have any trouble finding work.”