Kim Malthe-Bruun was born in Fort Saskatchewan, Canada in July 1923. His mother was from Denmark and in 1929 the family moved back to Europe.
Malthe-Bruun was only sixteen when the German Army invaded Denmark. He became a merchant seaman and in 1943 he joined the Danish Resistance. He was arrested in December, 1944, while transporting weapons from Sweden to Denmark. He was sent to the Vestre Fængsel Prison and on 21st February, 1945 Kim was sent to the Police Headquarters for questioning.
Malthe-Bruun was tortured by the Gestapo before being executed on 6th April, 1945.
After the war his mother, Vibeke Malthe-Bruun arranged for Kim (1949) to be published. The book included sections of his diary and a collection of his letters to his mother, aunt and his girlfriend, Hanne.
However, though I am afraid, though I do not yield ground, my heart beats faster every time someone steps before my door. One strange thing. I felt absolutely no hatred. Somewhat happened to my body; it was only the body of a boy, and reacted as such. But my soul was occupied with something completely different. Of course it noticed the little creatures who were there with my body, but it was filled so with itself that it was not closely concern itself with them.
I know that you are a courageous woman, and that you will bear this, but, hear me, it is not enough to bear it, you must also understand it. I am an insignificant thing, and my person will soon be forgotten, but the thought, the life, the inspiration that filled me will live on. You will meet them everywhere - in the trees at springtime, in people who cross your path, in a loving little smile - that is the great gift for which our country thirsts - something for which every humble peasant can yearn, and which he can joyously feel himself to have a part in and to be working for. Finally, there is a girl whom I call mine. Make her realize that the stars still shine and that I have been only a milestone on her road. Help her on: she can still become very happy.
Today I was put on trial and condemned to death. What terrible news for a little girl only twenty years old; I obtained permission to write this farewell letter. You must not busy yourself in sorrow, for you would become arrested, sunk in a worship of me and yourself, and you would lose what I have loved most in you, your womanliness. One of these days, Hanne, you will meet a man who will become your husband. Will the thought of me disturb you then? Will you perhaps then have a faint feeling that you are being disloyal to me or to what is pure and holy to you? Lift up your head, Hanne, lift up your head once again and look into my laughing blue eyes, and you will understand that the only way in which you can be disloyal to me would be in not completely following your natural instinct. You will meet this man and you will let your heart go out to him - not to numb the pain, but because you love him with all your heart. I should like to breathe into you all the life that is in me, so that thereby it could perpetuate itself and as little as possible of it be lost. Yours, but not for ever.