Excerpt from Baldur von Schirach’s diary notes, written while in hiding, some time between April and June 1945

Started this marvelous bright day with a delightful breakfast. Bread and butter, some eggs and apples. A healthy diet, fresh air and plenty of sleep. Strictly medically speaking this is a blessing for me. I’m losing so much weight, much to Fritz’ dismay. He complains again that I’m so skinny looking (a blatant lie) and tells me how much more he likes me as “cherub prince”.

Later that day we met a young man, POW camp escapee. Running into him in the middle of nowhere gave us quite the scare, but he was a lovely chap. Recognized me I believe, although he did not say so. That night we shared a bottle of (disgusting) brandy he had kept for special occasions (bribery). We made it up to him the only way we could, having nothing but ourselves to share. He wasn’t satisfied until we were both wedged inside of him. Lovely chap.