GERMANY

Digging Around In Grandmother’s Grave
The lone air raid siren had long since stopped its childish wailing. Standing near the road, a hundred feet from the crumpled farmhouse that used to be home, a little girl stood watching the horse drawn carriage that served as an ambulance, the dirt on her tear streaked face only partially hiding the look of shock and curiosity. Her normally tidy blond braids were coming loose, but that couldn’t be helped since the emergency sparking all around her commanded every adult’s attention. She shifted her weight rhythmically from side to side, glancing often at a pair of woolen long underwear crumpled on the ground, a crimson stain slowly leaching into the thin layer of snow. When the ambulance finally pulled away from the bombing site, no urgency in the crunch of its wheels on icy gravel, the girl felt someone take her hand.“Where are they taking Mama?” she asked Anna, a farmer’s daughter and the only nanny she had ever known. The heat from the fire still smoldering in the ruined house behind them soothed the hunger and worry that nipped at her stomach like a stray dog.“They’re taking her to the hospital, liebchen,…Read more…