Arduously I wrote a story of my incipient life, it was like a quilt made of so many patches, the shades would vary, but never the less it kept me warm thinking of the motivation. What could it possibly be for a six year old girl? There certainly was no experience, no wisdom, well in short, a little child torn away from happiness to abyss all by herself. What did get her through the dire situation? The answer might be…..
My story begins in 1944, at the dawn of WWII. A story that speaks of the my feelings as a young child caught in a turmoil of devastation, of ordeal, unimaginable loss and indomitable will to survive. Lara speaks of her travels on the path of her harrowing ordeals, of not being able to label her feelings, she would not have known how, but kept going by instinct, which as matter, later in life turns to wisdom. It has been difficult…..
The winter had been long and fierce at times. Emma and Franz had been busy preparing for spring and had not paid much attention to anything else, their work was laid out for them, clothing had to be mended, tools to be repaired. Max the old dog went to the door and started barking, how did he know that spring had arrived! Flock of birds soared through the air. Most of the snow had melted, small white flowers peaked through…..
Emma and Franz had been busy preparing for spring. It had been a harsh winter with snow storms, gusts of wind creating snowdrifts around the house. The sunny days started to tame the winter, Emma and Franz felt that the turmoil in their life also had subsided, there was happiness and contentment in air, happiness that developed in trust and tenderness. From the long and beautiful icicles, which almost reached the window sill, crystal clear drops fell on the…..
Ice flowers formed on the window pane, the snowbanks shimmered in the setting sun. Emma and Franz were snowed in. It turned colder in the house, Franz went to the fireplace to add another log. In quiet they looked through the frosty window wishing that the setting sun would take the memories of their dire days with it, wishing that the sunrise in the morning would bring hope and happiness. The nights had grown longer, there were not many chores in the winter,…..
The autumn had arrived, the crops were gathered from the field, Emma and Franz reaped the reward of their hard work, they had zealously worked side by side. They felt good, they felt that they had achieved a goal, they felt that now there was a reason to live, to look forward to the next day and continue their track together. The weather turned colder, powerful, cold gusts of wind blew in their faces as they were returning from their…..
Franz and Emma were sitting in quiet, reminiscing of their ordeals. They both had different hardships, now they had to accept, evaluate and find a way to go on. Both wore scars, their track had been turbulent, and they both had stoicism to beat the odds and start new life again, together. Emma and Franz needed the quiet moment, finally it gave them both the long needed peace. Their plight had been volatile, the daunting experiences had been erratic for both…..
Emma and Franz were sitting in silence embracing the moment. They both needed love, kindness and acceptance, but also someone to love, to share good and trying times. They both have been scarred from their suffering and grief, the nature of their traumatic experience were not nearly the same, the nature of the source was different. Pain cannot be measured, a profound emotional happening would penetrate and rip the strongest person apart. Where does one get the strength to persevere…..
Emma saw a man coming toward the house. It had turned dark and she could not see who it was before he was standing next to her, it turned out to be her farm-hand, he had forgotten to pick up his days pay. Franz was lying lifeless on the path. For a moment they both were standing dumbstruck in silence weighing their choices what to do, how to carry Franz in the house. It was a moonless night. Mist started to…..
Just the other day Lara had found a notebook in the attic, it was on the bottom of an old suitcase, it had yellowed and a little crumpled. On one of the sheets she saw the name Franz Lang written, Lara tried to paste it together, maybe it would make sense who that man was and why she should have brought it with her, she became curious and wanted to find out he is was and why would she actually had it.Who is Franz Lang? Maybe she will finally…..
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