“This is the one,” said Zenop Tuncer, leading the way to a corner of his car repair and restoration shop, where he had parked a rusty, aged hulk with running boards, an old-fashioned vacuum-tube radio and a history — though maybe not the history he thought.

The car is a 1942 Mercedes 320 Cabriolet D. Mr. Tuncer said it ran nicely when it arrived, but the body and the interior needed work, so he had called Mercedes-Benz to order parts. “As soon as I gave them the VIN number,” he said, using the abbreviation for vehicle identification number, “there were a lot of calls from Mercedes: ‘That’s Hitler’s car.’”

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