It is December of 1927, the dead of winter in Linz, Austria. Geli Raubal is almost nineteen years old, and she feels that life is passing her by. She lives an unpleasant existence with her stuffy, provincial mother and her insufferable, oh-so-proper younger sister in a backwater town in what she regards as the middle of nowhere. Thus she is overjoyed when her mother receives an invitation to come to Munich, Germany, to act as housekeeper for her bachelor brother. Geli’s uncle is a man some twenty years older than she is, a man who is becoming increasingly important in the politics of Weimar Germany, a man who inspires both devotion in his followers as well as hatred in his enemies, a charismatic man whose piercing blue eyes and towering oratory can both mesmerize and horrify. Her uncle is Adolf Hitler.
It is December of 1927, the dead of winter in Linz, Austria. Geli Raubal is almost nineteen years old, and she feels that life is passing her by. She lives an unpleasant existence with her stuffy, provincial mother and her insufferable, oh-so-proper younger sister in a backwater town in what she regards as the middle of nowhere. Thus she is overjoyed when her mother receives an invitation to come to Munich, Germany, to act as housekeeper for her bachelor brother. Geli’s uncle is a man some twenty years older than she is, a man who is becoming increasingly important in the politics of Weimar Germany, a man who inspires both devotion in his followers as well as hatred in his enemies, a charismatic man whose piercing blue eyes and towering oratory can both mesmerize and horrify. Her uncle is Adolf Hitler.