Somehow, she managed to get all of us on one of the last refugee trains heading west. Finally, my mother decided to flee to her parents’ home in eastern Germany. With my father far away on the western front, my mother struggled to keep her four children fed and warm as war threatened our home in Czechoslovakia.Įach day the danger grew closer.
For my family and me, the cold winter of 1944 was a time of fear and uncertainty.
