1944, Europe was going through harrowing ordeals. I was too young to fully comprehend the reason for that enormous chaos that we were caught in the middle. Being a witness to the war machines destroying everything in sight, killing people for no obvious reason, only because they were there at the wrong time and place, when men in uniforms, either for their last of killing or panicked under such undesirable circumstance, went out of control. Every day and night all…..
It had snowed for days; I stood at the window and admired the shimmering layer of snow making it look like a winter wonderland. The preparation for Christmas had started. Father’s birthday was between Christmas and New Year, but we always celebrated it on Christmas Eve. The Christmas tree was decorated, fragrance of the cookies filled the whole house. Father’s birthday cake was waiting in the pantry, decorated with marzipan flowers, it was my duty to put the candles on……
Summer 1944. The gentle breeze had turned into a violent storm, the beautiful flowers had wilted, the fragrance had changed to a strange odour, trees and bushes scorched, birds were not singing, only a maddening noise and desolation by the war kept me captive against my own will. Why was my happy life taken away from me? Who brought this unthinkable, destitute situation upon me? What did I do wrong to be put in the middle of this confusion of…..
It was time to leave the place of my happy childhood and move on. How and to whom do I say goodbye? My home, my dreams, my memories had been turned into a huge pile of debris that still was smouldering. I desperately tried to find something in the ashes that used to be mine, all I found was a small stone, if it had survived the inferno, so will I, and slowly walked away. All I saw was devastation and…..