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by Kathy Kacer


  about leaving at first.”

  “I think my mother is just afraid. She has no idea

  what’s out there. None of us do, I guess.” Eric looked out over the ocean as he said this. And then, a smile began to spread across his face and his eyes lit up. “I know where everything is on the ship. Do you want

  to explore it with me?”

  Anna hesitated for a moment. The last time she

  had gone exploring with Eric they had very nearly

  been beaten by an angry janitor. Besides, her father had asked her not to be out too long. But it was so

  tempting to go with this boy. And she had already

  missed so much being sick in her cabin. She wanted

  to make up for lost time. And besides, she felt as if Eric might become a good friend. Now was the time

  to seal the friendship. She nodded and the two of

  them took off together.

  The first stop was to the front of the ship. “It’s

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  called the bow,” Eric explained. “And those are the

  life boats.” He pointed to a row of small dinghies sus-pended above the deck. “In case we capsize.” Anna

  gulped. She knew it was possible for a ship this size to capsize. Hopefully not this one!

  Next, he took her down a set of narrow stairs to

  another deck, where chairs were lined up side by side and a number of passengers were sunning themselves. “We can play shuffleboard over there,” Eric

  explained, pointing to a few people with long poles

  who were pushing flat, weighted pucks across the deck.

  From there, they moved inside, where Eric showed

  her the dining room, an echoing banquet hall larger

  than anything she had ever seen. Men in black waist-

  coats were moving about with linen and dishes. Eric

  and Anna tried to get into the kitchen—Eric swore

  he had done it the day before. But a rather large man appeared with a chef’s hat and ordered them to leave.

  He brandished a soup ladle in the air like a sword.

  They wasted no time in turning around and bolting

  out of there.

  Up some stairs and down some stairs, through

  some narrow passageways and under several arches,

  in one set of doors and out another. By the end of

  their exploration, Anna had no idea where they were.

  She had told her father that she couldn’t go far, but

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  she felt as if she had traveled around a small village.

  She was out of breath and her cheeks were red. But

  this time, it was with a healthy glow and not with the burn of a fever.

  “Eric, wait,” she called as her friend was about to

  head off down yet another set of stairs. “Stop. I think it’s enough.”

  “But if we go down here, maybe we can get into

  the engine room. I was there yesterday.”

  Anna shook her head. “Maybe tomorrow. But I’ve

  got to get back to my room or my father is going to

  send out a search party.”

  Eric nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow I’ll show you

  where the movie theater is.”

  Anna smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

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  Anna gasped when she entered the dining room later

  that evening with her father and grandmother. When

  she had run through here earlier with Eric, it had

  looked big, but cold. Now, in the glow of giant chan-deliers, the dining room was elegant and impressive.

  The tables were set with white tablecloths, silver forks and knives that gleamed, and crystal glasses. She felt as if she were a princess entering a castle ballroom.

  “Has it been like this every night?” she asked,

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  wide-eyed. She still couldn’t believe she had missed four full days of sailing.

  “It has, my darling,” Papa answered. “But I think

  it looks extra special tonight.” Anna beamed with

  pleasure.

  Papa held the chairs out for her and for Baba. She

  sat and looked around. Eric and his family were sit-

  ting across the room. She recognized his father from the audition. His mother, a nervous-looking woman

  with a pinched face, sat next to him. Eric had said that she wasn’t happy to be leaving Poland. She looked

  like a woman who wouldn’t enjoy much of anything.

  There was also a little girl at their table, and given her bright orange hair, Anna knew she had to be Eric’s

  younger sister. Anna sat up in her chair, straining to catch his eye. When he finally looked across at her, she grinned and waved. He nodded and returned the

  greeting. Meanwhile Papa was pointing out other

  musicians in the room, famous instrumentalists who

  were to be part of the new orchestra as well. “That’s Wolfgang Valk, and there’s Jacob Mishori and Uri

  Toeplitz.” Papa was breathless with excitement. The

  names meant nothing to Anna, but she was happy to

  see how animated her father was.

  “There are more than seventy of us here, Annichka,

  plus all of our family members,” he added. “From

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  Germany, Denmark, Hungary, Austria, and of course,

  Poland. There will be some local players from

  Palestine as well, but the majority of the musicians are like us, grateful to be leaving Europe at this time.”

  At each family table, there were children Anna’s

  age, and older adults like Baba. Anna realized that

  Mr. Huberman had probably provided hundreds of

  extra travel certificates for these family members.

  Fuga, Anna thought again, repeating the name of the ship in her mind. She wondered if everyone knew

  how important and meaningful that name really was.

  And then the food began to arrive, platters of

  baked chicken, and roasted potatoes, and cucumber

  salads. Baba sniffed suspiciously at each plate that was lowered to their table, and then nodded her approval.

  Anna began to eat, as though she were making up for

  a lifetime instead of just four days.

  “Slow down, Annichka,” Papa warned. But Anna

  barely heard him. She hadn’t realized how hungry

  she was and each forkful seemed to restore some of

  her strength. Finally, there was no more room inside, and she laid her fork on the table and sat back. But the meal wasn’t over yet. The waiters appeared once

  again, this time with plates of sweet crepes that were filled with nuts and dusted with icing sugar. When

  Baba tasted one, even she had to admit that they

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  were as good, if not better, than the ones she used to make. Anna agreed. And even though she thought

  she might burst from all the food she had eaten, she managed to find a bit of space for the delicate dessert.

  Papa was having his hot tea with lemon when the

  captain rose from his table at the head of the dining room and tapped on his water glass with a spoon. The passengers quieted down quickly and all eyes eagerly turned toward him.

  “I think you will all agree that our chef has done

  another marvelous job of feeding us this evening.”

  Applause broke out across the hall as the chef

  entered from the kitchen. Several passengers rose

  to their feet. Others called out “Bravo!” and “Well

  done!” He was the same man who had chased Anna

  and Eric out of the dining room earlier
that day, and Anna sunk down in her seat, just in case he saw her.

  She glanced across the room and noticed that Eric

  was doing the same thing. They needn’t have worried.

  The chef was too busy bowing and acknowledging

  the ovation.

  Then the captain clinked on his glass once more,

  and when the room had quieted, he continued. “In a

  few short days, we will be landing in Haifa, and I can’t let this opportunity go by without asking if a few of you would give us a small concert. I know you’re not

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  really prepared for such a request at this time, but it would be an honor to hear you play.”

  In an instant the musicians in the room began

  to mutter and whisper, turning to one another and

  asking what music they had and what might be pos-

  sible to perform. How could they turn down an in-

  vitation to play, especially when it came from the

  captain? And what an opportunity it would be to hear how they sounded playing together for the first time.

  “What do you think, Annichka?” Papa asked.

  “Should I join the others? It’s a celebration of sorts.”

  “Oh yes, please, Papa,” Anna replied, her voice

  trembling.

  Papa and the other musicians rose as one group

  and left the dining room to get their instruments.

  They all returned minutes later and began to tune

  up. And then, with a nod to one another, they raised their instruments and began to play. Even without a

  conductor, the sound was beautiful to Anna’s ears.

  She closed her eyes and let the music wrap around

  her like a soft blanket. There were no barnyard

  animal sounds among these wonderful musicians.

  They played like fields of flowers and twinkling

  stars. They played like freedom.

  Chapter

  23

  On the morning that the ship entered the harbor

  in Haifa, Anna was at the railing with all of the

  other passengers. There was no way she was going

  to miss the docking in the way she had missed the

  departure. The sky was clear blue and an intense

  sun shone down on her and the other passengers.

  The weather had been changing, growing warmer

  in the last days of the voyage. Here in the port of

  Haifa, the air was hot and dry.

  “And it’s only going to get hotter as the day goes

  on,” Papa said.

  The upper deck was packed with passengers all

  cheering and waving handkerchiefs as the city came

  into view. Anna cheered along with Papa, Baba, and

  everyone else. When she spotted Eric standing close

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  by, she waved to him as well. In the last couple of

  days on board the ship, he had taken her to nearly

  every corner of the vessel. She felt she knew this boat almost as well as the captain did.

  Eric waved back and then looked out at the sea.

  But when she followed his gaze, she was dismayed

  to see some boats with guns attached to their bows

  sitting in the water close by. The guns were aimed in the direction of their ship. She pulled on her father’s arm and pointed toward the ships. Papa shielded his

  eyes in the glare of the morning sunlight as he looked out onto the water. A moment earlier, the cheers on

  board the ship had been booming. Now, the silence

  was nearly as deafening.

  “Why are there guns?” a woman next to Anna

  asked.

  “It’s like the soldiers back home,” another man

  added.

  “Why are they here, Papa?” Anna asked.

  Papa draped his arm protectively around Anna’s

  shoulder and pulled her close to him. “I know that

  the British government has not been happy with the

  number of ships arriving from Europe with Jews on

  board. Some ships are being turned away. They’re

  checking everyone to make sure our papers are

  in order.”

  Anna understood the importance of checking the

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  ships to see who was entering. But why guns? Guns meant something different. Guns were unfriendly.

  Guns meant stay away. This was not the welcome she had been expecting.

  “But what if they turn us away?” she whispered.

  The thought of returning to Poland was horrifying.

  “Please don’t worry, Anna,” Papa replied. “Our

  papers are good.”

  Anna stood close to her father as a group of

  officials from the British naval fleet boarded the

  Fuga to speak with the captain. Anna counted six of them, and they disappeared into the captain’s cabin

  while the passengers remained at the railing, wait-

  ing to see what would happen. All eyes were trained

  on the doorway leading to where the meeting was

  taking place.

  “How long do we have to wait?” Anna asked.

  “The captain has all of our documents. And

  those British officials need to go through them. So

  this could take some time, Annichka. We must be

  patient.”

  Patient! Anna had patiently waited after Papa’s audition to see if he got into the orchestra. She had been patient when they were uncertain about Baba’s

  travel certificate. And then she patiently waited while the delay had been in place. She had had enough of

  being patient. Now she itched to get off the ship. She

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  and the other passengers stood on the deck in silence as the minutes ticked by.

  She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but

  suddenly, the party of British officials emerged from the captain’s quarters and left the ship. Anna watched as the gunboat turned and headed back to shore. And

  at that very moment, the cheers on board the Fuga began again, building from a soft rumble to a joyous roar, rolling across the ship like a wave. Anna joined in, yelling and whooping at the top of her lungs. This time she knew they had made it.

  It did not take long for the ship to dock. Anna,

  her family, and all the passengers disembarked,

  walking down the long platform to finally stand on

  the ground of Palestine. Anna’s legs wobbled and it

  took a few minutes to adjust to not feeling the waves underneath her. Eventually, she got her footing and

  grabbed Baba’s arm, afraid to lose her in the mass

  of people who were disembarking. Papa was just up

  ahead, pointing out their luggage to a man who was

  speaking in Hebrew, a language that was unfamiliar

  to all of them. Anna hoped they wouldn’t leave any-

  thing behind. In all the commotion, it was nearly

  impossible to take in their surroundings.

  “We have to get on the bus,” Papa was urging.

  “There will be time to look around when we get to Tel

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  Aviv.” That was where their new home awaited them.

  Anna climbed onto one of the big buses that lined

  up for the passengers of the Fuga. Tires crunched on the stones underneath the bus as it revved its motor and pulled away from the port. They were on their way.

  The bus traveled through a forested landscape

  snaking along a gravel road. The sun poked through

  the trees and shifted in the sky with every t
urn. And the canvas of colors in front of Anna’s eyes turned

  from deep green to pale yellow to royal blue. There

  were a few buildings here and there by the side of the road and a couple of small villages that sprang up

  out of nowhere. But other than that, the area seemed pretty deserted.

  Once, Anna grabbed her father’s arm and shouted,

  “Camels, Papa! Look, there are camels!” Sure enough, the slow-moving beasts were traveling in caravans

  along the roadside, led by herders who carried long

  sticks and slapped at the back of the camels to keep them moving. At one point, Anna pulled down her

  window and stuck her head outside. The air was hot

  and sticky, and bits of dirt and grit clung to the inside of her nostrils as she inhaled. Her throat felt scratchy when she swallowed. But she didn’t care. She kept the window open and her head outside for the remainder

  of the journey. Finally, after more time had passed,

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  she began to see groves of citrus trees. Oranges and grapefruits hung low on the branches. She knew they

  had to be close to the city.

  And suddenly, there it was. They had arrived in

  Tel Aviv. The paved streets here were busy with cars and bicycles and people walking briskly in the warm

  sunshine. British soldiers also marched on the streets.

  Papa had told Anna that tension between Palestinian

  Arabs and Jewish civilians was growing, and the

  army was there as a safeguard between the two

  groups, which were both claiming this land as their

  own. Anna shuddered. She didn’t like the looks of the army. And the soldiers carried guns slung over their shoulders. It was a stark reminder that harmony in

  this part of the world was still far away.

  Anna and her family climbed down from the bus,

  squinting in the afternoon sunlight. All the musicians had been assigned to live in a series of low-rise apartment buildings that were within walking distance of

  the Levant Fairground, where the orchestra would

  rehearse. Newly planted palm trees surrounded the

  area. Papa scanned the buildings and then smiled.

  “That’s the one,” he said, pointing ahead. All of the buildings were intensely white and spotlessly clean. It was all so different from the Old World splendor of

  Krakow, with its brown and black towering buildings

  and steeples.

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  The family climbed the stairs to the third floor

 

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