“Rosey was your wife?”
“Yes, that was my wife. God rest her soul. Most of the time Rosey refused to eat. She gave her food to our son. She wanted to make sure our boy had plenty. I did that too. In the winters, we were freezing, no heat. Still, those years were better than what was to come. At least we were together. For four years we lived in Lodz ghetto, then my wife got very sick. I was so afraid, I didn’t know how I would survive without her. I cried, I bargained with God, I prayed constantly, and still she died there, in my arms. I am pretty sure she had typhoid. Of course she was never diagnosed by a doctor. She just was there with me one day and the next she was gone. I wanted to give up, but I couldn’t because of our child. So, I tried to do what I could to save my son, but he was only eight years old. I heard people talking that they were liquidating the ghetto and sending us to a death camp. I believed it and I still do. So, I took my son and traded all of the valuables that we had left with a man who was working on the black market. He helped us to escape. For six months we, my son and I, roamed throughout Poland, hiding like animals. Then we were captured and sent to Auschwitz. When we arrived my son and I were separated. I never saw him again.”
There was a silence. “So now you know my story,” he shrugged “Tell me yours.”
“My husband was a carpenter. He built furniture here in Germany. We also had a good life for many years before Hitler took over. He was Jewish; I wasn’t. Our marriage was illegal, as you know. Anyway… He was arrested and they murdered him.”
Myron nodded. “Yes, the story is the same with minor variations for many of us. My son, I can’t find him. I think that’s even worse. Because I don’t know if he is alive or dead and I cannot stop looking until I know for sure. I’ve traveled to every DP camp in Poland and Germany trying to find someone who might know something of what happened to him. I hoped maybe someone was in a camp with him, somewhere … but I have learned nothing. Nothing at all. It’s like he disappeared or never was at all….”
“A lot of people are in that same position. I too am searching for my dear friends. But so far, without any luck.”
“You know Lotti … I am meeting you maybe under a sort of a false pretense.”
“I’m not sure what you mean, Myron.”
“It’s just that I might not have told you the whole truth.”
Lotti’s back reared up and she stared at him. Who was this man? She was suddenly afraid. “Are you a Nazi who is hiding? I know that they are here….”
He belched out a loud belly laugh. “For God’s sake, no. I am not a Nazi. I will explain. You know Mrs. Zitelbaum”
“Of course. She is the lady who just got married here at the camp.”
“Yes, right. So many people here in the camp are getting married. Starting families. Embracing life… Starting over.”
“Yes, I know that, but what is it you are keeping from me?”
“Well…” He hesitated. “Mrs. Zitelbaum spoke to me about you. She came to me and told me that you are a good, kind person. She suggested that maybe I should find a way to meet you. Perhaps, she said you and I would be a good fit for each other. I feel so funny saying all of this. But you see, when I introduced myself to you, I was already watching you and looking for a way to talk to you. I should have told you the truth right away, but I was afraid you might feel funny knowing someone suggested that maybe we should get to know each other.”
She smiled. “Oh … Mrs. Zitelbaum. You mean Sarah? I was here for her wedding when she married Abe last week,” Lotti said.
“A wedding in a displaced persons camp. The orchestra played beautifully. It was very touching to see everyone embrace life. There was music and there was love. Then Abe, the chasen, the groom, turned to the crowd and took the wine glass that the rabbi had given him and before he smashed it, he made a toast. Did you hear him?”
“I did. It brought tears to my eyes,” she said.
“I will never forget what he said, he looked out at all of us and smiled, then in a loud voice that sent chills up my spine he said, ‘To another breath, to another sunrise … to life.’ Then as is customary in a Jewish wedding, in case you don’t know, he put the glass under his foot and stomped on it. It broke into a million pieces, representing the millions of years he and his wife will love each other. I have to tell you the truth…I don’t know if this story about the breaking of the glass is the real religious meaning. But someone explained it to me like that when I was a young man and I loved the idea of it. So, it is what I like to believe.”
“I saw it. It was very touching. It made me believe that there is still hope….”
“As long as we are still alive, Lotti, there is hope.” He patted her hand. “I have often wondered why I was spared when so many died. But, I know that there must be a reason. God must have a special purpose for me.”
“You are not bitter? You still believe there is a God?”
“I do. I saw his face many times,” he said.
“Even in the camps?” she asked.
“Especially in the camps, Lotti.”
“I’ve felt bitterness and raged at God plenty of times during my life. But I still believe too.”
“So, Abe and Sarah Zitelbaum are friends of mind. Last week I was talking to her and she mentioned you. In fact Sarah speaks so highly of you. She says you are good to her, and you have a big heart. In fact she says she has never known you to be unkind to anyone. I am a good person too, Lotti. I don’t have much to offer you. Only my companionship and myself. But I would be a good husband. You would have a true friend in me.”
“Is this a proposal of marriage?” Lotti looked at him.
He nodded. “Yes, a rather pathetic one I am afraid. But I have plenty of time and you don’t have to say yes right away … but … it’s maybe better for both of us to try to start over together. It is no good being alone, Lotti. My bubbie used to say, ‘No one should ever be alone. Only a stone should be alone.’ Now believe me, I know I will never take the place of your husband. But he would want for you to have a friend in this world.”
“That he would.” She sighed. Lotti’s heart ached for someone to share her life with, for a friend. Perhaps this was God’s answer. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes, you will marry me, or yes, you want more time?”
“Yes, I will marry you,” she said.
He smiled. “Good … this will be good.”
“Myron. Perhaps you should know … I can’t have children.”
“Me either. I was used by Dr. Mengele in an experiment that”— he looked away from her—“left me sterile. I was going to tell you about it….”
“No need to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’ll listen if you feel the need to talk about it.”
“Maybe sometime. Not now. This is a happy time. We are going to get married, and then we’ll get to know one another.”
“It seems strange to do things this way, doesn’t it?” Lotti asked him.
“Yes, it does. But, these are strange times. Nothing is as it was before the Nazis and the war. So much loss, so much sadness. Nu? So what can you do, all you can do is look everywhere, even in the deepest, darkest corners for just a little bit of happiness. And when you find a crumb, you grab on to it. Do you know what I mean?”
She nodded and swallowed hard.
CHAPTER 50
Gilde January 1947
“This puppy is harder to paper train than I expected,” Gilde said. “Did you get the newspapers on your way home from work, Alden?”
“Of course. They are in a pile on the dining room table,” Alden said, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
“You’re freezing. Sit down and have a cup of tea,” Gilde said. walking into the kitchen to fill the kettle with water and begin heating it.
“Where is Vicky?”
“Napping with Pal right beside her. I get so infuriated with that dog, and then she does something cute and I can’t stay mad at her. Besides, Vicky just loves her.”
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�Yes she does,” Alden opened the newspapers to spread them out on the floor for the puppy to use to paper train. “Gilde?” He stopped and put the paper down on the table, “Come here and look at this.”
Gilde left the water on the stove She walked over to Alden. “What?”
“This ad. I think this is your sister. Alina Margolis? That’s your sister, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Gilde said, grabbing the paper. “It says here that she is looking for me. Gilde Margolis. There is an address here in America where I can write to her. My sister is in America. Alina is alive….”
Alden read it again to be sure. “Yes, you are going to write to her?”
“Of course. I’ll send her a letter with our telephone number,” Glide said. “I’ll do it right now. Oh God, Alden, you don’t know how many times I tried to reach Alina or Lotti in Germany and I haven’t been able to get a letter through. I don’t know what happened to Lotti and Lev, or my parents. But Alina is in America!” Gilde’s hand was trembling as she took Alden’s hand and held it to her heart. Tears filled her eyes. “My sister is alive, Alden, Alina is alive….”
CHAPTER 51
The Gathering June 1947
It wasn’t easy to convince Lotti and her new husband, Myron, to make the trip to America, but after much coaxing, Lotti agreed to accept money for passage from Alina.
Alina spoke to Gilde on the phone and they cried, and laughed, and cried some more. Then they arranged for Gilde and Alden to bring Vicky to the United States for a visit.
For the first time since the war began, they would all be together again. Alina was excited and nervous. She and Ugo had sold Trevor’s house and bought a home that was large enough for everyone to stay with them. She was nervous and eager to see her sister. The last time Alina had seen Gilde, Gilde was just a child.
The weather was beautiful, the rose garden Alina had planted along the fence was in bloom, the trees were overflowing with leaves, and the sun shone down as Ugo set up long tables in the backyard of their home. Alina had purchased all the food she could think of that Gilde and Lotti might enjoy.
Lotti arrived first with Myron at her side. Alina embraced her old friend. She was glad that Lotti had finally agreed to come. Lotti didn’t want to leave the old apartment, because she still believed that Taavi and Michal would someday miraculously reappear. But at least Lotti had remarried and she was no longer living a solitary life. Alina had strong doubts that her parents were still alive. But she would never tell that to Lotti. Instead she embraced the sheer joy of being in her company.
Then Gilde, wearing a white dress with a print of red roses, her long golden hair caught up in a pearl comb, came walking through the door to Alina’s house. She was holding Vicky in her arms. Alina looked at her sister and felt her knees tremble. She couldn’t hold back the tears.
“My God, Gilde … the last time I saw you, you were so young. We were both shivering on the platform as we waited for the train to take you to Britain. And here you are … all grown up … and with a child of your own.”
“I remember…” Gilde said, tears running down her face.
Alina walked over to Gilde and at first the embrace was clumsy, but then they hugged tightly.
“I thought of you often…” Gilde said.
“I thought of you too, Gilde … my little sister.”
Then Lotti walked into the room, “Gilde… Oh, just look at you….” Lotti hugged Gilde.
“This is Vicky, your niece….” Alina touched Vicky’s hair but Vicky buried her head in her father’s chest. “She’s shy until she gets to know you,” Gilde said.
“This is Joey, my son. Johan’s son….”
“Joey…” Gilde said. At first she couldn’t hide the shock at Joey’s broken body. Then Joey stumbled over to Gilde and hugged her.
“My mom told me all about you. She told me you were coming. I am so glad to meet you,” Joey said, and Gilde’s heart melted.
And so it was that these old friends who had suffered so much, who had starved and endured pain and suffering, finally ate their fill of good food. They laughed and embraced and cried that summer day in America. They smiled at their memories of the good times before the war, and told funny, tender stories of Taavi, Lev, Johan, and Michal. As they sat at that table bathed in sunshine, with the fragrance of roses wafting up from the garden, somewhere in another time space reality, call it heaven, or whatever blessed place you like, Michal, Taavi, Johan, and Lev watched their loved ones and … they smiled.
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Siberia, 1919.
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