The spy

The spy returned to the Nazi world tired and fatigued. He stumbled into the room. Medics helped him to a bed.

Everytime he came back through the portal he grew weaker.

‘What did you see this time?’ asked his superiors.

‘It's bad, really bad. A great sickness haunts society there.

On the streets young men walk around with long beards like The Old Jew and tattoos all over their bodies. Women's noses and lips are pierced like fierce African warriors. Some even have green or pink hair. And they are dressed half naked. Sexual deviants they have become.'

There were gasps from the men crowded around him.

‘It's like they are going back in time, to our primitive past.

I also saw many sick people in wheelchairs being pushed around by helpers. Such a waste of physical resources. Of the nation's energy.

And there are Muslims everywhere, dressed in black robes, even their faces covered.'

‘Tell us more. Don't stop!’ they hissed feverishly.

‘And the worst thing I saw was this: men holding hands with men. And women with women. Holding rainbow flags and dressed in garments adorned with the sign of the rainbow.'

‘My God, what does this mean?’ shouted the leader.

'What have they done to our beautiful Fatherland?'

‘We have to close the portal before it is too late! Before they infect us too!'

They left the room to begin preparations. To disconnect their parallel universe from the liberal hellscape they had heard of.

'Put him in quarantine, immediately!' the leader barked to one of the medics.

The spy was already sleeping.