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 />
I always felt safe when he was <strong>the</strong>re. He had g<strong>on</strong>e through it<br />
before and survived. I thought of <strong>the</strong> story he told us when he was <strong>in</strong><br />
Bulgaria dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> First World War. A grenade hit <strong>the</strong> mess hall<br />
where he was hav<strong>in</strong>g lunch with his fellow officers, and <strong>the</strong>y were all<br />
splattered and soaked with food, but no <strong>on</strong>e was hurt.<br />
F<strong>in</strong>ally, some<strong>on</strong>e said, “That was a close <strong>on</strong>e.” It broke <strong>the</strong><br />
silence. People started to talk frantically, “Where did it hit?” “What<br />
do you th<strong>in</strong>k it was?” “One of those large explosives…some<strong>on</strong>e<br />
really got it.” <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>y quieted down aga<strong>in</strong> and listened. It was not<br />
over yet. <strong>The</strong> flak was still go<strong>in</strong>g str<strong>on</strong>g. I had heard that bombs never<br />
fall twice <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> same spot, and I mumbled <strong>the</strong> thought to calm<br />
myself, w<strong>on</strong>der<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong> same time if it were true, and where I had<br />
first heard it.<br />
Eventually <strong>the</strong> sounds moved far<strong>the</strong>r away, <strong>the</strong>n it became quiet<br />
and so<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> all-clear siren sounded.<br />
“Let’s go,” my fa<strong>the</strong>r said as we rose and brushed ourselves off.<br />
Every<strong>on</strong>e l<strong>in</strong>ed up, and we filed down <strong>the</strong> narrow corridor and <strong>in</strong>to<br />
<strong>the</strong> street.<br />
What a sight! <strong>The</strong> rooftops of most of <strong>the</strong> houses around us had<br />
been hit by <strong>in</strong>cendiaries, and <strong>the</strong> unchecked fires burnt like giant<br />
torches. A firestorm blazed <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sky that blew <strong>the</strong> sparks <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> air<br />
from rooftop to rooftop and covered <strong>the</strong> black sky with a p<strong>in</strong>k cloud.<br />
An explosive bomb had <strong>in</strong>deed hit a house beh<strong>in</strong>d ours. People<br />
were rush<strong>in</strong>g around, shout<strong>in</strong>g or stand<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> small groups look<strong>in</strong>g at<br />
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