|frickangel||12/01/06 - 06:23AM||1: 1/1Signed|
|Short. Clear. Yet poignant.
I love how you conveyed so much in such little words without any further explanations needed.
I recently finished a course on Disaster Victim Identification (DVI) at which we were trained how to handle huge disasters such as bombings and tsunamis/storms. I must admit going through that and reading your piece struck a chord with me.
Author's Response: Actually, it's kind of amazing that I managed to write so little, since usually I'm over the top on words. But really, this just hit me. Thank you for sharing that with me. I'm glad it hit a chord. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in the rescuing and clean up, we forget the aftermath. I'm glad it touched you. Thank you.
|Liriel||12/01/06 - 01:56AM||1: 1/1Signed|
|You made me cry. It should have been impossible, I was on such a high, but this short little piece did it. You have a true gift with words, sweetie.|
Author's Response: I'm so sorry to bring you down from your high. This was an old story, but when I read it again, it kind of took me by surprise and it made me cry too. Thank you, sweetie, I love when you say that.
|musicluvr325||11/30/06 - 05:04PM||1: 1/1Signed|
|This makes me want to cry.
So touching in how simple it is.
Author's Response: It makes me cry too, when I reread it. I'd written it back when London was bombed but I put it up so Dagdrommer could read it because we were discussing something. Thank you. I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written, but it says it. Thank you.
|ItGlitters||11/30/06 - 01:43PM||1: 1/1Signed|
|Wow. That's about all I have to say about that.|
Author's Response: Yeah, me too. It's what all kids live with when they're parents were involved in wars or were enslaved or whatever horrible thing happened. Thank you.
|dagsrommer||11/30/06 - 12:49PM||1: 1/1Signed|
|If DNA have no memory, then stories has. And putting a face, and especially a loved ones face to the horror going on in the word, does something to you.|
I have visited the consentration camps in Auswitch-Birkenhausen twice. The first time, I was just stunned about the beauty. Red brick building on fresh green gras. For some reason I thought everything would be dirty and in black and white.
The second time I was with a group of peers (we were about 16) on a trip to a huge Pope mass in Poland. We had a polish guide with us in Birkenhausen, and stood inside one of the stables that was used as sleeping quarters. This is not the red brick buildings of Auswitch, but the run down wood barns you see on TV. They could house 50 horses - but in there, more than 100 people slept (I thing up to 500 people). A polish girl growing up in Norway translated for us what the guid told us. Eventually, a lady standing there came over to the girl, asking her (in polish) where we came from. She then told us that she was captured during the Warsawa battles and was sent to this very consentration camp. In that moment, the numbers weren't just numbers anymore. It was a face and a voice, and even though it's 16 years ago, I still feel the need to cry thinking about it. We ended up canceling the plans for the rest of the day. We all wanted only one thing: We found an open church, we went in, we sat in silence and cried.
Author's Response: You're right. Stories are the only thing that keeps us from completely repeating our mistakes. It's said that the world only has a 40 year memory, and then all the lessons have to be relearned, but stories that come to us from our families have a longer memory. That's funny about the black and white. I've never had the privelege of visiting but I've seen the old black and white footage so often, I think I'd be surprised too. My mother is German and half Jewish and she made it through the war simply because she was blonde. She told stories about friends "disappearing" and her father's suicide. She was running around Berlin one night whilst it was being bombed, with a cousin, trying to stay alive. Toward the end of the war, it became impossible to live and she ran. That's when she was caught, without proper papers, and put into a forced labour camp. Very different from a death camp, but almost as horrible. Luckily by that time, everyone, guards included, were struggling to survive and she eventually escaped. But the stories… so terrible… DNA remembers.
|shacky20||11/30/06 - 12:21PM||1: 1/1Signed|
|Thank you for writing this, it's amazing how things change, but stay the same, and how many children will feel that way from around the world back to our own contry, and how sad. Nice one|
Author's Response: You are very welcome. It was something I just had to write. I just can't imagine how mothers let their kids go off to wars but that never seems to change. It kills me that there are children in every country who undergo the tragedy of losing their parents, as well as parents who lose their kids, and all for what, in the end?
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