The war was over, what happened cannot be changed, yet impossible to forget, I had to accept it and learn how to live with the scars. I was only a small child but felt like a veteran fighter, fighter for my own life. As I wrote: “I had began to grasp the difference between good and evil in an all-too-real way”, all I wanted now was happiness. It felt like I had spent an eternity among elderly during the plight,…..
WW II ended decades ago, the echo of horror still lingers about. The heartbreaking suffering and loss that a child of war has to bear is beyond comprehension. So many years have passed, life has taken a different dimension, many new experiences have been added to my track, kaleidoscope of happiness and sadness has created a “quilt” that is my camouflage, I am holding on to it with all my might not to show my real pain and sorrow. Life cannot…..