English Translation

No.155Stek.7*s Abt.ff.Dt.nE Vorgengs O/ Dr. Heinz Strecker Konrad Henlein and Karl Hermann Frank in North Africa, One day in Constantine. It's true, it's black on white, Konrad Henlen and Karl Herman Frank, here in the North African Constantine, in the third largest city in Algeria. We stand in front of the poster shaking our heads, I cannot read it quickly enough and translate it to my friend. No, we really would not have let such a surprise happen that we will "find" the sudetenGerman ethnic group leader and his deputy here in Africa. In the morning we arrived in Constantine, the wonderful eagle firm of Algeria. Even the day before we had bathed under palm trees, seeking protection against the scorching sun rays of the vorsahara, in the oasis Touggourt, the evening before the sinking red-balling sun had cast long shadows over the dunes, which waved in infinite and yet gripping monotony, sand and sand, before our eyes. Overnight we were northward through the gate of the desert, El Kantara. Rolled in areas where rock and a little soil gave back life to trees and shrubs. Almost like a beautiful dream we thought of the colorful life and bustle in the oases. The land of contrasts, Africa, had besieged us again a prank and changed his face overnight. On the old iron bridge El-Kantara, which spans over the rubble of the Roman bridge the Rhumel Gorge, which is here 124 m deep, we came along the edge of this gigantic gorge up to the new suspension bridge, which seemed to be built from below as well as into the sky, again we crossed the abyss, which now almost @00 m with rugged rock walls fell below us. Deep down, the Rhumelbach foamed through the most magnificent gorge of the Algerian Tellatlas and crushed over the cascades, which were 60 m into the lower foothills.