June 1930, Vienna Austria

"So? Gonna fling yourself in the canal then? End it all right here? Put us all out of our misery?"
Aleida's brother yelled at her, while pulling himself off his bike as she laid on the grass verge near the canal.

"All right then, let's get you a job?"Aleida grunted in response, "What are you doing?" while she pulled a baffled look at her younger brother, "I'm writing you a CV" her brother chucked back, his dark brown curls fell in front of his face while he grabbed out his notebook and pencil from his grey ironed pants.

"Okay," she chuckled as she sat up on the grass, legs kicked over the metal verge as she pushed her hands up behind her.
"I am a young woman from a very good family, I have no previous job experience so no references, unfortunately, but my school grades were terrible" her brother started to chuckle as he started writing what she had boasted with pride down, "My technical skills are non existent", and that's when her brother putted in, "Your grades weren't terrible, more like adequate and your skills, they're only just emerging Aleida, and anyway I spoke to a lady around the corner, and she's got you a job interview tomorrow."

Aleida smoothed out her skirt as she slowly got off the grass bank and hugged her brother, her eyes smiled with kindness and everything else that was good in the world. Aleida had no idea what she wanted to be when she left school, nor had any ideas of what kind of job she wanted to work at, but she became lucky. She's the only person in this entire story that I've personally met to be this lucky in life.

When both her and her brother walked back to her parents house, she had a slight spring in her step. "Aleida, my love." Her father looked at her quite surprisingly, she sat and smiled while eating her dinner with her family, all gleeful and excited for the next day.

The next day came as soon as her head fell on the pillow in her room, she woke up with quite a shock remembering that she had an interview with the lady next door as secretary for the art museum in Vienna. It wasn't something she was passionate about, but her father and brother were both painters, so she had grown around easels being in the living room or being outside when they were meant to be spending quality time together. By the time she was well put together she realised what time it was so she had to sprint towards her bike that was stood by the back door and pedal off to the job interview.

"Football assistant? I was hoping for someone with a bit more secretarial experience?"

The lady read from the CV that her brother had helped her write yesterday.

"Yeah, uh. I sprained my ankle and so I helped the coach. I didn't exactly play football but it was my brother's team and I couldn't take part in any sports, so I took it on to still feel part of the team. Oh, I had to keep track of the schedule so it had secretarial elements".

Aleida realised that while explaining she had now started to ramble, the lady's glass fell towards her nose as she looked at Aleida and took in a sigh.

"I'm a fast learner. Look," Aleida started to ramble as the lady passed her CV back towards her over the desk.

"My parents are gonna make me marry my cousin if I don't get a job, it's not as bad as it sounds" she sputtered out as she put her hands on the desk.

"Would you want to marry your cousin? Don't answer that! I mean, I don't even know if you have a cousin, but I'm desperate" she left out a massive breath.

She clapped her hands, stuffed her CV back into her black bag and decided to make a move. It was clear to her that she didn't get the job until the women looked at her and sighed.

"You can start on Monday," And with that Aleida left the Gallery with a spring in her step.

September 1931, Berlin Germany

Hans Mayer.
Born Berlin, Germany.
Moved to Vienna, Austria to purse an art degree.
Hans fell in love with Aleida when she first went up to him at the bar. Soon to die in 1940

"Congratulations Sir," the private held out his whiskey glass to his Stabsscharfuhrer. Hans chuckled and held his glass towards the privates, "Cheers" their glasses clinked and he took a swig.
The Private pulled up a chair close to his Stabsscharfuhrer's desk and asked him with a smile, "Please tell me you didn't call him Adolf," Hans laughed, ever since Adolf came into power, people were given birth to sons named Adolf. "Nien, he's called Maximillian Otto", Hans glass clinked as it touched the desk.

Maximillian Otto, born 4th September 1933. A handsome little boy with tuffs of blonde hair and brown eyes, a miniature version of Aleida's husband, Hans.