Honor to whom honor is due! Except for a few harsh winter days, this narrow and winding road has been a reliable connection between Selb and A since time immemorial. At the edge of this road, crowds of people are pressing together. They have even come from Hof, Bayreuth, and northern Upper Palatinate. And besides: school is out, the weather is beautiful, and of course, there is an excellent mood in anticipation of the unprecedented: Leader and Chancellor Adolf Hitler would elevate this road, which is essentially just a better dirt path, to a grand avenue by stepping onto it as he enters a new part of the Reich, which he snatched from the coward Chamberlain and company in Munich. But this road will have to cope with others: a crying woman with two frightened children who just an hour ago had to watch as their grandfather was shoved into a cesspool, and the soldiers prevented him from surfacing for so long that only a few bubbles appeared on the surface. This woman with her children will not be the only one. An endless procession of hopeless people, carrying only a few belongings on their backs or on a cart, is on the way… back to the Reich.