Full Circle

I was born at the beginning of World War II and experienced the first five years of my life under the Fuehrer’s regime. Adolf Hitler was his name. I am sure you all heard the name before. These first five years and the next five years that followed, shaped me into the person I have become.

There were good times and very loving times, however the atrocity of a war leaves lasting impressions. Survival is pounded into you and shapes you into the person you will become. I don’t want to remember yesterday, but it is always there. Somewhere in the back of my head, these war memories are stuck and it took many years for them to emerge.

In my early years, only tomorrow mattered, only tomorrow counted. I was caught in a black tunnel for years and could not see the light. I was existing in that tunnel.

After I got married and had children, my life became a somewhat normal routine. I managed successfully to forget these early years. These memories were in my brain somewhere, but not quite ready to emerge.

It was better for me not to remember the years from 1943 to 1950, so I blocked it all out.

Little by little however, pictures started to appear in my head and I began seeing frames, which had been blocked and hidden for a very long time and not to be remembered for many years.