Beyond Blue Eyes
Antwerp 1941
The Panzerspahwagen! I knew what I must do. Anna would be arrested if they caught me.
Into the cupboard, pull the false front over – she’d close the door.
Knocking. “We need to search – missing Jews.” Through each room I followed the footsteps and then the floorboards beside me creaked.
Don’t breathe. God please. The door opened, then the flimsy panel moved. It was Hans – my best friend.
He stared into my eyes and saw terror – and a childhood of blissful summers. I saw the same.
“Klare Kapitan.” The cupboard creaked closed. The anguish of war!
