Very young, perhaps naive.

Very young, perhaps naive.

A teenager and his group were looking for trouble, they were entering adulthood but Germany at that time was difficult to grow up with.

After all, years of war and economic crisis had passed, added to the civil war between Karl Liebknecht's socialists and the imperial-republican government.

This group stopped a car, inside was a man with a raincoat and a shopping bag.

"Get out of the car!" One of the young men called, threatening the driver, who was quite calm, even indifferent to the robbery.

"Ulyanov, Vladimir." The driver mentions, showing his papers to the group of young people.

"I said get out of the car." The same young man repeats once more.

Vladimir Lenin keeps his papers. With the same calm and nonchalance as before, he takes his papers and his shopping bag, pulling his raincoat from him before getting out of the car.

"You young people, should be studying." Lenin calmly warns before walking away.

The man who had spoken to him saw him for a few moments, almost in a trance.

"Goebbels!" One of the companions of the group calls getting into the car.

With difficulty, the lame young man made his way to the car.

Paul Joseph Goebbels, too young, too naive. 1915 was a difficult year, but he would try to straighten out his life shortly after.

*Ulyanov home, Free Republic of Germany.

"I brought food and some milk." Vladimir announces to his wife, who welcomes him gratefully.

Although she was a bit ill at the time.

*******

A few weeks later, Goebbels was reading the newspaper. The young man had been running away, not from the law, but from what his parents wanted for him.

His parents wanted him to go to East Germany and become a priest, but that was no longer in Goebbels' interests (after considering it).

Then he sank, reading the government newspaper, he had found the name and photograph of the man that a few weeks ago, he and his group had robbed.

At first, the naive young man was incredibly afraid.

*******

[Some years in the future]

"Mr. Ulyanov. Do you ... remember me?" A young man from the Communist Party of Germany calls, recently joined the interior ministry, working on government newspapers and other matters.

Vladimir Lenin looked at Goebbels for a moment. The young man was sweating. "No."

Goebbels sighed for a moment. "Sorry for wasting your time Mr. Ulyanov, but I wanted to talk to you a bit." Goebbels mentions more calm and excited.

"Sure, let's walk for a minute." Lenin affirms. Goebbels was once again surprised by this man.

Lenin's health had been in trouble, or so the party announced, but even so he was quite capable (or maybe quite prideful) of continuing to be in politics and walking spontaneously.

The old revolutionary and the young man walked talking about ministerial and journalistic matters.

He was still young compared to old socialists, but he was learning...