Hitler wins the war. The domination is total. In every city a fixed telescope is placed with meticulous perversion on a point of the moon. Where it waits for the vision of the celestial body stabbed by a red and sterile Reichskriegsflagge. However, Adolf is not satisfied. He still lacks the conquest of fiction. So he abandons his post as top dictator to devote himself to writing.

He begins with poetry. Then he continues with some famous police stories. The adventures of the SS bloodhounds. He leaves for the end his masterpiece, a novel of fantastic genre. Nothing more incredible than a world he has not subjugated. In two volumes he describes the impossible: the Allies have won. He and his wife commit suicide. The first man to reach the moon is an American.

The novel is censored by himself. It becomes a horror novel. It haunts him in dreams. Sometimes he feels that the night is a bunker and he picks up a gun and thinks. As if he remembers something he doesn't remember.