Katowice, More Illness, and Our Stealthy Departure for Germany
Who is watching over me in this silence that I feel?
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Longings
I am standing now at the railroad station of the small village where I reside with a Polish family.
Forlornly
To endless days On lonely avenues.
The Seashore Dream
How I tried to reach out to the outside world but couldn’t make it, as depicted by a dream I had in 1964.
The German Soldier Who Had to Die
The German soldier described here portrays my feelings toward him and all the German soldiers I met, who never recognized me as a Jew.
Incident at the Brook
This was yet another home in which my father left me. The caretakers had accepted the payment and believed my father’s story. I was not worried about them. It was the neighbors and friends who posed a danger. The community was small, and seeing a new child in their midst created curiosity and suspicion.
How My Father’s Force of Spirit Willed Us to Live: His Puzzling Dream and Bravery
Dear reader, did you see my father’s eyes darting fire? It is here in this book, a photograph of him with a mustache. He was the one who saved us. He turned desperation into defiance. He carried us over the inescapable and he did it from a distance. His will to live drove us. My mother listened to his words, and I sensed him in my spirit. He actually willed us to live. His eyes never regained that mellow look, not until the war was over. He was polite with people, passing as my mother’s caring friend. He never gave himself away in any manner, except that his eyes burned.
How I Fooled the Gestapo
I am very blond and blue-eyed, and the Nazi soldiers love my looks. Of course they don’t know I am Jewish.
An Alternate View of the Sad Longing
When, at the age of five-and-a-half, I was left to survive by my own wits, I was well-equipped with some essential information. I knew by heart many prayers of the rosary. I had a new identity—a Catholic child whose parents had been taken to Siberia. My real mother was to be referred to as my aunt and my father as her friend.
The Building Dream
In 1975, I was pregnant for the first time, and the world seemed different. This dream epitomizes my new connection to the world.
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