Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Memory of David Rutman/Grandfather


It was a long and painful night, I knew that hiding wouldn't do me any good, so I had to get away. Short on money, low on supplies, and extremely hungry my wife and I were running away from the Nazi occupation of Latvia. They had already taken Lithuania and were heading their way into Latvia, we fled into Estonia and were on our way to Russia (where we heard is safe from Germans soldiers). We were now on the train heading to Russia hoping everything would be okay. I was a child when the Great war ended. But now that this one started I am more grown up and I understand how dangerous it is if the Nazi find out I am Jewish.

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