These pages written in English only because I did not, yet, feel myself in a position to produce a book in German relate my first actual pilgrimage to places which have a great name in the history of the National Socialist Movement and in that of Germany in general. They are incomplete, because that pilgrimage itself was had to be, on account of personal financial difficulties a rather hasty one; one from which I had to leave out even such important landmarks as Vienna and Berlin.
For the sake of faithfulness to fact, I purposely did not try to fill the gaps with memories of these and other places, gathered during more recent tours of mine. For every successive pilgrimage is a whole in itself, endowed with its own organic unity. And the first one has a special character for the sole reason that it is the first.
Many statements in this book many reactions of comrades of mine or of myself will shock those who are not definite devotees of the Hitler faith and perhaps even some of those who are, or profess to be, such ones. Yet, again for the sake of faithfulness to fact, I have not cut out the corresponding passages. I wanted at least the psychological atmosphere which I have lived in 1953 to be rendered as I have experienced it.
The book is, anyhow, not intended for indiscriminate circulation. It is a series of personal episodes, laid down in black and white in exactly the same style as I would relate them to the only people these pages are for, namely, to the most conscious and consistent among my German comrades and superiors.
Savitri Devi Mukherji
Calcutta, 12 December 1958