Soul to the Rhine

Chapter 3 Helpless
While moral support is important, life is more important.Rosia's arms were so painful that she didn't dare to catch up.

She stepped on the broken glass on the ground and walked towards the living room. The moonlight shone on the ground, and the glass reflected a crystal-like light.

It was only then that she realized belatedly, could this be it. .

"Kristallnacht?"

Mrs. Cornman had fainted from crying. Lisa was lying on the edge of the sofa, sobbing softly. When she saw Rosia coming back, she immediately raised her head to look at her. The tears in her helpless big eyes seemed to be brighter than the glass outside.

Rosia felt a sudden surge of sadness in her heart.Lisa is actually only 15 years old. She doesn't know that much, and it's far from the cruelty of reality. Even Joseph, who was captured, only has that.

Rosia knelt down, hugged Lisa in her arms, reached out to pat her back, and whispered comforting: "Stop crying, it's okay. Your brother will be fine."

Only then did Lisa lie in her arms and cry without any scruples, nodding her head in agreement with her words.

Rosia felt like a liar. If Joseph was captured on Kristallnacht, he would not end well at all. Even if he would not be shot directly, he would probably be imprisoned in a concentration camp somewhere and live forever. Live a life worse than death.

Tonight is probably the last time their brother and sister will see each other.

After a while, Lisa regained her breath and crawled out of Rosia's arms with red and swollen eyes.

Rosia reached out and patted her back again. She really didn't know what to say. She got up and went upstairs. She found two dirty quilts in the messy bedroom and covered Mrs. Conman with one. , handed one to Lisa: "It's not yet dawn, let's take a nap."

"What about you, Sia, where are you going?" Lisa immediately stood up nervously, holding the quilt timidly, like a child about to be abandoned.

Rosia raised her arms: "I'm going to apply some medicine."

Only then did Lisa see the broken blood marks on her arm. Some of the wounds even had tiny glass fragments stuck on them. Children had never seen such hideous-looking flesh wounds. Tears suddenly came to her eyes again, and she called her helplessly: " Sia! Sia!"

"I'm fine, it's just a small wound." Rosia was helpless, but she also understood that Lisa was in a psychologically fragile period after suffering a severe shock. Mrs. Cornman fell, and her brother was taken away again. She is now her The only thing to rely on.

The upstairs was a mess, and Rosia really didn't have the energy to clean it in the middle of the night. She only cleared some obstacles around the bed, and she could barely accommodate people.

The drawer of her bedside table had been opened, and the contents inside had been rummaged through. In addition to the notebook, a blue medal had been taken away.

Rosia couldn't help but sigh, damn the Germans, they don't take money when they have it, they only take things that are worthless but important to her.

She dug around in the drawer, and sure enough she took out a small paper bag at the bottom, which contained a neat stack of German currency.

She really didn't know what to say. With such accuracy, being a robber was an amateur.This bag of money was something she had saved little by little and had no chance to spend. However, the blue medal seemed to have been given to her in a hurry by her mother when she was in Nanjing.

The original owner's mother married to China and gave birth to Rosia. She hasn't been back to Berlin for more than ten years, and she doesn't know the situation here. This medal is probably something like a family mark.

Rosia had never been able to find Aunt Mesa, and now that she had lost the key item, it became even more hopeless.

Resigned to his fate, he dug out some iodine and disinfectant in the small medicine box and treated the wounds on his arms one by one.It was already late at night, and the riots had not stopped. Looking out from the window, some firelight could be seen faintly. Rosia even felt that she smelled a kind of gunpowder smoke.

Drowsily, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

As soon as dawn arrived the next day, she climbed out of bed and went downstairs to see that Mrs. Cornman had woken up and was making breakfast for three people.

After experiencing the great grief, Mrs. Conman's face was obviously numb, and even her footsteps were tired from the bones when she walked, and Lisa followed her step by step.

Hearing the movement on the stairs, Mrs. Cornman turned around and forced a smile: "Get up, child."

Rosia nodded and walked into the kitchen to help.Everything in the kitchen was almost destroyed, but fortunately there were still some intact cakes, blueberry pie, and a bucket of milk.

Overnight, the Germans' attitude towards the Jews completely changed, becoming more harsh and severe.They refused to allow Jews to enter or buy anything from Jewish stores.He was unabashedly sarcastic and disdainful of insults. He blatantly broke into Jewish shops and vandalized them. He would even drag people to a corner and beat them up when they saw Jews walking on the street.

In such an environment, Mrs. Cornman went out and bought nothing. She even looked paler and sadder.

Lisa's school has been closed, and many people are going to try out for the SS.But even if classes are not suspended, in this case, she cannot go to school.

Seeing that she was in such a bad state that she couldn't go out at all, Rosia went upstairs to get some money and went out to buy some food.

The street outside has been swept, but traces of last night's riots can still be seen from the broken doors and windows on both sides and the small glass fragments remaining on the ground.There are many German young people on the street. They stand in small groups and look at the occasional Jews in a playful manner, as if they are their very interesting toys.

Rosia didn't want to linger any longer under the gaze of such a group of perverts, so she quickly ran into a food store, but as soon as she entered, she was pushed out by the store owner.

"Child, go somewhere else. The Germans are watching. They won't let you go just because you are a beautiful little girl." The shopkeeper said, pushing her hard, but quietly pushing her hand Butter and bread were put into the bag.

Rosia looked at the Jewish female shopkeeper in her 50s and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

What a kind-hearted group of people they are. They will not get angry at others because they are treated like this by Germans. They will not treat her coldly because she is also a German. Everything in the store has been looted, but they still give her food. .

She thought of Mrs. Cornman's family again, who were as good to her as another daughter. Whatever Lisa had, she lacked nothing. Lisa also regarded her as a sister in her heart. She usually laughed and played, but she had a special affection for her. Deep dependence.

Rosia turned around and looked at a few German youths who were staring at them under the banyan tree not far away. Suddenly she didn't understand why they were doing this. Could it be that they were bullying this group of shamefully kind-hearted Jews into something else? Do you feel that everything is a despicable method used by the Nazis to provoke future wars?

(End of this chapter)