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…..
Lolo and I had spent many days and nights in the deep hole in the wood, the other horses were found by the invaders and stolen. It was so difficult to say goodbye to my mare, she was all I had left, the time had come to move on. The next day was sunny, all was so quiet, the orchards were scorched, only a pile of ashes was left of the farmhouse. Some farm hands were desperately looking for something…..
It was Christmas Eve. I prayed for a miracle, maybe, just maybe my brother will come home for Christmas. He did! I thought that my life is as happy as it can ever be. The Angel on my Christmas tree seemed to smile, the candles lit up the whole big room so bright, prisms of the chandelier cast shining stars on the ceiling, this is my Christmas! I had only one Christmas wish, and it was fulfilled. My brother came…..
It was an emotional journey back to the dire days of my harrowing ordeal. My idyllic childhood was irrevocably taken from me. The sorrow of the unimaginable loss is still lingering in my life, but I have managed to accept it, learn from it and tried hard to go on. Like my story, it has a beginning and end. I started my “new beginning” very carefully, taking advantage of my experience, education and my sincere wish to reach out to people…..