Beginning a Journey

Nothing changed much for me so far. I still had to put up with Gretel (the hopeless case). I still wished I could go back to Berlin, although the memories were begging to fade. I was sending letters grandmother and grandfather but I haven't don it in several weeks. The soldiers still came everyday into father's office (an off bounce territory). The servants still came in and cleaned and cooked. Pavel came everyday and peeled potatoes and carrots.

 

Father decided to make me and my sister return to our studies. A few mornings later a man named Herr Liszt came and taught us. He was particularly fond of history and never let us do played like grandmother did.

 

Still after many months out of Berlin there was nothing to explore. I have been looking out of my window at the tall fence. I went outside looking up at my own bedroom window. You could probably jump down from the window it wasn't that high. I went looking around and saw a plaque, it said "presented on the occasion of the opening of out with camp, June nineteen forty". I was not allowed to walk in the direction of the plaque but I tried not to think of the countless times that my parents had told I wasn't allowed to go here. Now I was off to my journey.

Done