Third Reich has long fallen from his glory days. He lives a quiet, solemn life, like the rest of the historical nations. All he really does is eat, sleep, watch TV, and maybe go out. But that’s it, really.

He was brewing himself tea, the balcony door of his apartment open to let fresh air come through. A bird had slipped inside, and instead of scolding it, Reich got a few bread crumbs from the loaf of bread in the cabinets and fed it to the bird.

A quiet, solemn life.