of his daily inspection trips to the Spanish Schutzhäuser, he
realized a commotion taking place on the street he just turned on to.
Screams, shouts, people being dragged about, furniture flying out of
windows. It was a full-fledged, planned, man-made mayhem. He found
himself in the middle of a typical razzia in progress. It was an SS
hunt, joined by Gendarmerie, and Arrow-Cross. He parked the car at the
curbside, watching. Suddenly two young boys, teenagers, came running in
his direction, followed by yelling, cursing SS men. He got out of his
car, opened the rear doors and motioned the two kids to get in. He then
slammed the doors shut and took up his seat again. As he was about to
start moving, he saw his car surrounded by SS, leveling guns at him at
point blank range, just standing there.