Saturday, 14 May 2011
06:43:34 AM (GMT)
I knew I wasn't safe anywhere. All this because of one man and his words. I already
lost my mother. My sister had disappeared... Those people in the strange uniforms...
The Nazis, I think, took my father and brother away. Why am I not gone? It is
I was a coward. I hid.
Papa saw them, and Hans wanted to stay with him. Mama and Analiesel were already
gone, probably already dead. I hid. I heard a lot of shouting... Maybe even a punch
or two being thrown. I heard the heavy footfalls as the men took what was left of my
family. I trembled before I finally surfaced from where I was, waiting until night to
"Ich bin Entschuldigung*, Papa..." I said.
I made sure I stayed as quiet as possible for a Jew like me. I navigated the
street of Wiesbaden until I got to the Rhein river. I could rest here. "Wenigstens,
hoffentlich*..." I said to myself.
Was there anyone I could trust around here? My heart dropped. But as fast as it
dropped, it returned, glowing with hope. There was somewhere I could go. I didn't
care if I had to walk, I'd walk at night and whenever possible. Dierk Amsel. He'd
helped my family in the past... But the question is, would he help me now?
Even in Nazi Germany?
"Nein..." I said to myself, hope fading slowly. "Aber... ja!" I couldn't give up
now. I was a 15-year-old Jewish girl on the run. Only one family friend to guide me.
To help me. Would this life turn out to be enough to be living? Maybe, maybe not. It
was all a gamble, but one I was willing to make. Either stay here and die, or at
least try for freedom and security and die trying. I'd rather brave the worst... If
I'm going to die, I'm going to die trying to live.
... But isn't that what we all do anyway?
* "I am sorry, Papa."
* "At least, I hope..."
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