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GERMAR RUDOLF · THE RUDOLF REPORT 325
Hastings Castle and the Smugglers’ Cave. The kids are in heaven, and
so is daddy. We all spend the night together in my gigantic imperial
bed, and no night can be more relaxing than those where I can hold my
daughter’s and son’s hand while they fall asleep. Or is it the other way
around? Who cares…
On Sunday morning I get another distress call from Corrine:
“They have another story about you in the Telegraph. You need to
see this. It’s getting serious now. Get here as quickly as you can. Rush,
rush!” she urges me. She scares me.
I tell my wife, and her jaw drops down. Now it is about reacting
quickly. She says that I can drop her and the kids off at Schumacher’s, a
German family and friends of ours living a few miles away in Stone
Cross. No need for me to visit them with my family. I agree. So we
pack our stuff, I drop them off at Schumacher’s and I drive down to
Hancock’s place. The atmosphere in Hancock’s house is icy. No nice
welcome, no smiles, no hugs as I usually get. They show me the article,
and I start to read: 584
“Germany pursues Rudolf extradition”
I cannot swallow anymore.
“A FUGITIVE from justice and traced to Britain by The Telegraph is
now facing the threat of extradition.
Senior officials at the German embassy in London have confirmed that
moves are underway to have Germar Rudolf returned to Germany…”
And so it goes on. I knew since 1997 that things were critical, since I
had been sentenced for something that – strictly formally speaking –
does exists as an offense in Britain, too. A lawyer told me as early as
1997 that things didn’t look too good for me. I simply hoped that Britain,
with its tradition of free speech and anti-German politics, wouldn’t
bend to German orders. I was wrong.
“So what?” I ask Tony.
“We should plan ahead,” he replies.
“I figure that they are searching for me, if not now, then tomorrow
or in a week or so.”
“It doesn’t look good. First of all you need to get out of your place
immediately. You need an apartment at a place where nobody knows
you,” Tony suggests.
“I don’t think that they react that quickly. I live there under a different
identity. It will take them months to figure that out, if they succeed
584 This article and other documents connected to my persecution are posted on at
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