Your memories about this train trip to Friedland are astounding. I want to reblog it for I think it is a very good and interesting read.
When the train started to move, Frau Fischer opened the compartment window and said,
“Have a look whether you can still see your mother. I’m certain she is waving.”
I did not see her and it saddened me. We had gone too far. People on the platform and steam from our train blocked my view. Almost without sound the train glided out of the huge station hall. From time to time there was a little jolt when the carriage went with a “clickety, clack” over a set of points. The tall yard lights were standing between the train tracks and shone onto the rails. I was wondering whether the light would stay on during an air raid. We could hear the…
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