Bahnstrecke Amstetten–Laichingen

I immediately put through a call, and GoeringБЂ™s adjutant tells me to proceed at once to Berchtesgaden. As I guess that this is another unwelcome attempt to have me seconded for staff or special duties, I ask him: БЂњIs this good or bad from my point of view?БЂ«He knows me. БЂњCertainly not bad.БЂ«Not altogether without misgivings I first fly low along the Danube. The weather is the worst imaginable. 120 feet cloud ceiling; no take-off or landing allowed at almost every aerodrome. The Vienna woods are continuously wreathed in the densest clouds. I fly up the valley from St. Polten to Amstetten heading for Salzburg where I land. Here I am already expected and am driven to the ReichsmarschallБЂ™s country house not far from the Berghof on the Obersalzberg. He is absent in conference with the Fцјhrer and we are at table when he returns. His daughter Edda is already a big and well brought-up girl; she is allowed to sit down with us. After a short constitutional in the garden the conversation takes an official turn, and I am all agog to know what is in the wind this time ...»