Before and during
2.world war, the German secret police was called the
Gestapo. (geheime staats polizei) It was part of the
security police "Sipo".
Krupa was the first in charge, and he used the basement
of "Hotel Lofoten" to mistreat his suspects.
But what you sow, you reap. In 1944 Krupa ended his
days shot by Norwegian resistance on a pavement in Oslo's
In Svolvær, The Gestapo
later moved their headquarters to the council-house
and to a private house in "Storgata". The
original Gestapo cell could be seen almost intact until
The Gestpo boss Krupa was soon replaced by Uhrl. Uhrl,
a former criminal investigator, didn't become a member
of the Nazi party until 1939. Being in charge of the
Gestapo, Uhrl was far from the worst. He conducted his
investigations some times by shouting, but was never
known to use brutality force.
A lot worse could be said about his second-in-command
"Gross". His verbal abuse was of the worst
kind. His looks were brutal and he was a fanatic follower
of Hitler. Gross road a motor cycle, witch he managed
to crash. Evil rumours purported that he had been drunk.
The truth however was that he crashed trying to avoid
hitting a child crossing the road. In this incident,
Gross cut his face severely and Dr.Lund, the head of
the local hospital stitched him up as bad as he possibly
could. When Gross finally took of his bandages, he became
furious and wanted Dr. Lund to be sent to any of the
worst concentration camps they could possibly locate
in Germany. Another German doctor came to Dr. Lund's
to rescue, claiming mishaps were not uncommon. Gross
carried the nickname "scar face" for the rest
of the war.
Uhrl and Gross managed to escape at the end of the war,
but both was captured and brought back. Gross even attempted
suicide, but were rescued by the very same dr, Lund,
who heavy heartedly pumped him for poison.
the last days of the war, Uhrl was in the possession
of the names of several members of the resistance, but
did not forward this information to his superiors. This
spoke to his advantage in trials after the war. Since
the end of the war, Uhrl has paid Svolvaer several visits,
however in a very discreet manner.
in all the Gestpo were feared both by Germans and Norwegians.
Their operations were based on extensive treason. Several
of the "quislings", or informers, at the Gestapo
called them, were never caught after the war. Several
"informants" from Lofoten and Vesterålen
were never revealed simply because their names were
never recorded and Uhrl was the only person who knew
of their identity.
Gestapo was also known for their excessive use of torture,
but most of the Gestapo officers were regular civilian
policemen who achieved their results by ordinary police
methods and investigation techniques. Far too many Norwegians
were caught because they underestimated the Gestapo
and it's invisible net of "informants" and
the trials after the war twelve Germans were executed
because of their use of torture, brutality and even
murder. All of them were members of the Gestapo.
Fehmer was one of the heads of Gestapo in Norway. Fehmer
was tall, dark and handsome. A person of great charm
often considered to be a ladies-man. Quite a sight striding
down Oslo's main street in full SS uniform with his
German shepherd at his gloved right hand side. Not a
person you dared stop, asking for time. But behind the
façade of seeming politeness and womanising,
hid an almost Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality with
heavy psychopathic characteristics.
interrogations, Fehmer threw violent rages using torture
and abuse in grand scale. Milorg, the Norwegian resistance
fighter tried to assassinate Fehmer, but he survived
with gunshot wounds to his chest. After the war Fehmer
unsuccessfully tried to escape. Fehmer was an athlete,
and continued physical training in his cell every day
until the day 16th of mars 1948 when he was executed.
There have never been any flowers on his grave in Oslo.
hat pictured to the right, is claimed to have belonged
to Wolfgang. The hat, ripped apart trampled on, and
even had its visor torn off, was finally thrown into
a shack where rodents and moths feasted upon it for
several years. "Sic transit Gloria mundi".