Samara O'Shea

The Writings of Eva Braun

It’s difficult—near impossible—to think of Adolf Hitler as anything other than a tyrant. He was a human somehow able to function without a beating heart. Yet, even tyrants need a little TLC I suppose. Enter: Eva Braun—the mistress and eventual wife of Hitler. I’ve been made aware of a website dedicated to her writings. Here is a note she wrote The Führer shortly after they met in 1931:

Dear Mr. Hitler, I would like to thank you for the pleasant evening at the theater. It was unforgettable. I shall always be grateful for your friendship. I count the hours until the moment when we shall meet again …

And here’s a journal entry she wrote a few years later. It reads like any woman’s diary does when she’s frustrated by the actions (or lack thereof) of a man she has feelings for. So odd to think of Hitler as a boyfriend. Not surprisingly, he wasn’t a very good one.

March 11, 1935

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn’t something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him! I am utterly miserable. I shall go out and buy some more sleeping powder and go into a half-dreamlike state, and then I won’t think about it so much.

Why doesn’t that Devil take me with him? It would be much better with him than it is here.

I waited for three hours in front of the Carlton, and had to watch him buying flowers for Ondra and inviting her to dinner. (That was just my mad imagination. March 16th.)

He only needs me for certain purposes, otherwise it is not possible. This is idiocy.

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?