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…..
Writing my memoir was like reliving the woe, the odious and utterly disastrous days all over again, a task that I had underestimated. During the writing period all became so realistic and many times I felt like a derelict reeling to escape falling into an abyss, just like when I was a young child during WWW ll, when the war was raging through Europe, killing people, destroying everything in its path. My country had been subjected to many audacious times,…..