I put the phone down with deep anguish. My mind is racing. Liesel. The little girl with the blonde flowing hair, who reads my books, who delivered my washing, who is now in the unknown. Liesel. I quickly changed out of my bathrobe and told my husband to get the car ready, we are going to Himmel Street. My mind was moving faster than the car, racing down the hill from Grande Strasse, I could only think the worst. What if I get there and there are bodies everywhere, buildings crumbled and, Liesel, Crucified Christ what about Liesel.
My hands are sweating, I have a knot in my stomach, the same knot I had after my son passed away. Liesel wasn’t my daughter, but I treated her the same. I permitted her to read my books, although she thought she …show more content…
The sight of burnt buildings, the smell of the thick layer of dust in the air and the reminisce of death. As I look out from the sanctuary of my car window I see the Himmel Street signpost, I recall my first day I came here. It was winter and the snow was just starting to fall, I remember walking up to a man named Hans, I remember him well, I was lost and I asked for directions. I asked when Himmel Street was and he gave be a puzzled look and then questioned in a hysteric tone, “Oh, you mean Heaven Street?” I didn’t understand at the time but I later discovered that Himmel translates to Heaven. As I ran out the car, through the rubble and dust, my eyes frantically searching for the little girl, my world was moving in slow motion, everywhere I looked was rubble, dust and bodies still in their nightwear, looking so peaceful, the worst part was seeing the children. This was not looking like a heaven in my opinion. The street was hell. My lungs start to take on so much dust that I start to cough and wheeze. A Luftwaffe Sondereinheit (LSE), one of the Air Raid Special Unit officers approached me and told me I needed to leave, I started to explain about the girl and started to describe her and where she lived, he stopped me, he said she was the only survivor. He explains that the police officers took her to the station to determine what to do with her or try and find a family for her. That was all I needed. She was alive.
My hands are sweating, I have a knot in my stomach, the same knot I had after my son passed away. Liesel wasn’t my daughter, but I treated her the same. I permitted her to read my books, although she thought she …show more content…
The sight of burnt buildings, the smell of the thick layer of dust in the air and the reminisce of death. As I look out from the sanctuary of my car window I see the Himmel Street signpost, I recall my first day I came here. It was winter and the snow was just starting to fall, I remember walking up to a man named Hans, I remember him well, I was lost and I asked for directions. I asked when Himmel Street was and he gave be a puzzled look and then questioned in a hysteric tone, “Oh, you mean Heaven Street?” I didn’t understand at the time but I later discovered that Himmel translates to Heaven. As I ran out the car, through the rubble and dust, my eyes frantically searching for the little girl, my world was moving in slow motion, everywhere I looked was rubble, dust and bodies still in their nightwear, looking so peaceful, the worst part was seeing the children. This was not looking like a heaven in my opinion. The street was hell. My lungs start to take on so much dust that I start to cough and wheeze. A Luftwaffe Sondereinheit (LSE), one of the Air Raid Special Unit officers approached me and told me I needed to leave, I started to explain about the girl and started to describe her and where she lived, he stopped me, he said she was the only survivor. He explains that the police officers took her to the station to determine what to do with her or try and find a family for her. That was all I needed. She was alive.