He walked towards me, gait confident, chin upturned, like all the officers around here-as if they had done the entire world a favour by just being around here.
A gait befitting a Nazi soldier.
He looked at me and asked commanded me to come with them. Knowing better than to disobey, I followed him, reluctantly.
The Inquisition room was circular and depressing. A group of stern faced German Nazi soldiers sat in a circle, viewing me as a piece of Jewish meat newly came.
What a show. Even the most untrained of Germanresistance fighters would be able to sit through this.
I was made to sit in a chair amply supplied with electric wires, indicative of the imminent danger. I do think that even they were surprised by the amount of nerve I showed…show more content… Words and names were very powerful, James had once said, when? Was it before he had gone on that terrible trip to Poland, or was it after he had recruited me?
A smile grazes my lips, and I find myself smiling.
I am Anna Goldstein, daughter of the famous Goldstein family of berlin. I was only 26 when the war against the Jews started, and I was too young to understand.
It had started with small things, like Jews-only markets, or prohibition of us from certain beaches, and other like that. My father told me not to worry.
Then came the days of the thirdReich- the short man, AdolfHitler called it. He may have been shorter than me, but the way the German army responded to him, it was not difficult to understand that he was the main man.
When I got hold of a copy of his memoirs, the Mein Kampf,I was horrified at the way he had projected us Jews. We did not wear loose kaftans; have flowing beards, and always dream of money. We dreamt about the good things of life. Like how my mother’s face always lit up with a smile whenever father bought white roses for her. I used to tell that they were symbols of death, but she had told me that they symbolized her and my father’s love- pure and white, as a white
