Dance on the Volcano, A Teenage Girl in Nazi ... - The Book Locker
Dance on the Volcano, A Teenage Girl in Nazi ... - The Book Locker
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RENATA ZERNER<br />
parents, my sister Jutta, and I jo<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>the</strong>m. So<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> basement rooms<br />
filled and <strong>the</strong> tenants began to chat.<br />
Berl<strong>in</strong>ers do not make friends easily with <strong>the</strong>ir neighbors. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
greet each o<strong>the</strong>r as <strong>the</strong>y pass <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> stairway or stand toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
elevator, make polite c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong>, and <strong>the</strong>n disappear <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
apartments. Now this had changed, because so much time was spent<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> shelters.<br />
Some tenants stayed <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> large room, while we young people<br />
went to <strong>the</strong> sec<strong>on</strong>d smaller room to sit toge<strong>the</strong>r and play cards. We<br />
knew each o<strong>the</strong>r well; we were <strong>the</strong> same age and some of us went to<br />
<strong>the</strong> same school. I was sixteen, tall and slender. Everybody said I<br />
looked like my fa<strong>the</strong>r. I had his brown, deep-set, alm<strong>on</strong>d-shaped eyes<br />
and his straight nose. I wore my ash-bl<strong>on</strong>d hair <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> popular<br />
pageboy style, just below <strong>the</strong> ears. I was quite fashi<strong>on</strong>-c<strong>on</strong>scious, but,<br />
of course, <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> basement, dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> air raids, I wore old<br />
comfortable clo<strong>the</strong>s like every<strong>on</strong>e else.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two rooms <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> basement were equipped with old tables<br />
and chairs that had been sitt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> tenants’ attics, about to be<br />
discarded. Like <strong>the</strong> two shabby maro<strong>on</strong> colored armchairs with worn<br />
and faded upholstery <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> larger room and a small rock<strong>in</strong>g chair, its<br />
white pa<strong>in</strong>t chipped. Various straight chairs were placed around two<br />
kitchen tables, <strong>on</strong>e table for each room.<br />
Some<strong>on</strong>e had decorated <strong>the</strong> walls with large posters of grimac<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Soviet soldiers. Why? I w<strong>on</strong>dered, to frighten us? <strong>The</strong> situati<strong>on</strong> was<br />
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