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Diary of a War Child
註釋Our government ordered women and children to get out -- NOW! Papa, Onkel Max, and Onkel Richard had to stay to fight the Russians. We made plans. The next morning, we loaded the wagon with hay and bags for four aunts, six cousins, and Oma. Oma and Mama climbed inside. Tante Ida clucked to her horses. The wagon lurched forward. The rest of us pulled scarves over our frozen noses and trudged through the snow beside the wagon. The road was cramped with wagons full of people, hand-pulled carts, and even bicycles. The wind pinched every nose and pierced every eye. We walked for about four weeks before we came to Stolp. Mama, Eva, and I took any train we could. Oma and the others kept the wagon. They'd keep going west on the icy roads, looking for homes in the bombed-out towns. Nobody said it. But we knew we might never see one another again. Book jacket.