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I was fourteen and a half when the Germans came On that th April we woke to the roar of aeroplanes swooping so low over the roofs of the town that we could see the black iron crosses painted on the underside of their wings when we leaned out of the I can't help but think of the novel I read right before t

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Til SibirNdfather Their parents' neglect leaves them wandering the streets of their small Danish village The sister dreams of escaping to Siberia but it seems increasingly distant as she helplessly watches her brother become and involved in resisting the Naz I very much enjoyed this episodic reminiscence of one gir