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From #Dresden with #Love #Peace #Forgiveness and #Reconciliation: how a #Firestorm became #Art with #Meaning

16 01 22 Dresden GlassIf this is not a miracle, what is? SAM_0779

My long standing ‘networking friend’ Barbara had talked to me about this amazing story and yesterday I picked up her package in our Sorting Office. It cannot but make me cry.

How often do I imagine what my mum had told me?

Born in 1922, she had gone to a boarding school in Dresden and loved the museums and theatres there. Hence her father advised her in February 1945 to take me (born in September 1944) and go to stay with her former landlady. That was the last time she saw her father who knew that ‘the Russians’ were coming to Silesia, where my mum’s heart and soul always remained, despite her changing cooking places over 40 times on her odyssey as a refugee…

My mum was 22 when Dresden was bombarded and her landlady’s house was the only one left in the whole street. So she used my nappies before her mouth to enable her to breathe and walk, walk, walk with me in her pram and 75 kg ‘flight luggage’, as she called it – the reason for her back pains later…

Apparently I was too traumatised to even cry. My baby bum was the sorest a nurse had ever seen, but I didn’t cry. Maybe that’s what trained me for experiencing pain every day since 10 January 1973, when the car fell 25 feet and dislocated my hip as well as a whiplash…

Somehow my mum managed to get to Thale in the Harz mountains where the family was to meet again. Somehow she got a note from my father who had swum through the Elbe river in order to become an American rather than Russian POW. Continue reading

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