December 6, 1986


Mein Lieber Anna,

Another banker was introduced to me by Herr Berchtold, but he wouldn't tell me his name. But I'll know it soon enough. I remember his face from somewhere… from East Germany I think.

He told me he his bank is in great peril, and desperately need any help. I refused him at first. I want his complete trust.

"Herr —"

"Lange. Josef Lange."

"Is that your real name?"

He did not answer right away. It makes me interested.

"Why yes it is."

"I do not believe it to be so. I cannot help you Herr Lange"

"Come now boy, why are you so into my name? Whether it's Lange or Berchtold or Neumann it is not important. I need your help… Ah, yes, you're just a kid. Berchtold's 'luck' was not due to your brilliance but because destiny was on his side" Lange said.

I walked past him, and stood by the door.

"Herr Berchtold, you Herr Lange does not require my assistance. Let us go now."

Berchtold followed me to the door.

"Johan, please. My friend here is about to lose his bank"

I smiled at Herr Berchtold. This man is very useful to me.

"Herr Lange, I will help you keep your bank afloat. But you must first tell me your name. You see, I can't work with someone without a name. Last time I did I almost died." I looked at him intently, and he looked at me too.

"Alright, my name is Josef Fuchs. Now tell me what to do."

"Now that's nice. Give me your books."

Fuchs agreed to give me 10 percent of his profits should I prove to be helpful. Another shot at money making Anna. I'll visit you in Heidelberg soon.

Johan