I have been trying so hard to bury this chapter of the dire days in my life, but have not had the strength to “dig a hole deep enough” to do so. I will filter my experience through the eyes of little Lara, just like I did in my book. I will help Lara to ” dig the hole deep” enough in hope to be able to plant beautiful flowers on of the mount.—-The different sounds of the war had…..
My memory of the agonizing drumbeat during the journey of my plight in WW ll never seem to fade. I tried to write them down,but had to stop, they became too emotional, yet I felt that the story had to be heard, had to make people realize and remind of the Nazi odious tyranny that swept across my country, Latvia, and rest of Europe, how it disparaged all people on their “March of Death.” The WW ll has ended decades…..
It had rained for a few days; my garden looked lovely and so welcoming. Sitting on the patio I watched the sun go down, casting its golden rays through the majestic cedars, the flowers spread lovely fragrance over the whole garden. Dusk was approaching with its magical tranquility. A flock of Canada Geese were squawking so loud, while flying north, supposedly trying to find new feeding ground, I love these birds, they always seem so organized, so protective of their young, so dignified……
Many years have gone by, many experiences added, many lessons learned. I keep counting my blessings for having had strength, never loosing faith and having had the courage to follow my dream. It has been a lone walk, many hurdles to overcome; I never felt lonely, I was so blessed having my music. I still remember the pain, the dreadful scenes of the WW ll, it devoured all that was dear to me, my three pianos, my books, my home, my brother,…..
I had been sitting on a pile of books for hours, watching the clock that was in no hurry to move faster, maybe I wanted it to stop, the resonant, monotonous ticking reminded me of the war, the emptiness, the sorrow,the pain. My room was empty with the exception of the grand piano, that a person, whom I never met, had lent me to practice on while I was residing in Denmark, and my books, my wonderful books. They had…..
The sun was shining in the blue sky, few clouds were sailing eastward, a few seagulls were flying toward the bay. I felt happy. The war was over, I lived in a nice place, arranged by the Danish Red Cross, cared by two loving people. I had a room all by myself, a book-case for my books; I will draw a metaphor for describing my bed, the blanket was like a white cloud, the pillow like a big snowball, I…..
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…..
It was Christmas day. The barrack was small and cold, Lara’s father was taken away by some soldiers to an enormous barn of some sort; working hours were long, many nights he wouldn’t be allowed to come back to the barrack, Lara’s mother was at the military hospital, fighting for her life, she had developed severe pneumonia after the harrowing journey at sea. Many days and nights Lara spent sitting at the window, staring into the vast mountains of snow…..
“Please Mom, I am hungry.” A soft cry came from the back of the house. The sun had gone down hours ago. The bright moon exposed haunting images. A little girl was sitting in the far corner of the only room that was not totally destroyed by the air attack. ” Who hurt my doll, why was my teddy bear scorched?” Why, why, why was the only question that Lara had left, everything else that she had had was taken…..
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