HELLO!!! Summer is here!!! Balcony-time!
What better than grab a fresh Märzen and sit down with a "good" book.
Well.
It´s on Holocaust again. On Cilka, how she survived.
It sure was very, very cold that winter in WW II and they were very, very hungry.
I am that lucky, I sit in the sun, grab a bottle of local beer and a cookie I baked from hell.
Seesh. The recipe said 40 g of Jalapenos. I cut them and my nose itched, touched that, boooooy! OUTCH! I took 20 g. (glad I did not touch my eye!!!)
Still OUTCH.
But I´ll eat them up!!!
She was a good person. She let stinking, drunken German men rape her for food and shared the food with the other girls.
This is no fiction, this sadly happened for real.
Imagine reading that with the luxury I have.
Try not to puke, eat your cookie from hell.
Again, why I, as a half-German read this. I feel I need to know.
I speak only one of these, German.
My Mum was but a little girl when they left a.. some .. village near Königsberg, now Kaliningrad - I´d somehow like to visit (haha, Corinna), but they really speak Russian there - I´d have no clue.
One of my Uncles stole eggs and ate them raw. His Siblings weren´t hungry enough to do this.
I felt "hunger" at times and when too bad... go to the fridge and get something!
I cannot imagine what real hunger is.
I am more than thankful.
And yet. You find friendship and caring for each other in this book.
I whine about not getting a job?
Books like these show you you how wonderful life is these days.
Henry 🦁
Do lions eat chocolate?
I certainly gave this away as a pressie.
We don´t need to endure hunger. We can and do share, isn´t this wonderful?
Oh, and P.S. yes, those are Emus by Wendy Binks on that cooler in first pic 😁
I can never walk away from her art.
15 comments:
History seems to fascinate me especially the holocaust, probably because my Father is of Jewish ancestry, it amazes me that people can do that to each other.
I thank you, hence, that you still talk to me (silly, my parents were kids, so normal we talk, huh).
...sad story!
Jalapenos..... in a cookie?
I can't imagine what it was like. My second uncle who lived in Finland talked about the hunger. And jalapenos are tricky. I remember the first time...ouch. Now I put on gloves or use a plastic bag on my hands. Happy Saturday and weekend Iris.
Tom, yes, but reckon she made it (have to finish the book).
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Willliam... and cheese, too, YUM!
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Erika, I cannot imagine what they really went through in the KZs, either. I would´ve given up.
Yes, outch - I still have like 6-7 cookies left!!! To a good weekend!
Your blog is amazing.
The past can be a painful subject, but it's important not to forget it. First-hand accounts are important.
Knowing the past is suppose to help us with the future. However, the individual stories are sometimes difficult to realize.
That is so sad. War is hell and brutal. To be raped for food? Oh, my!
It's amazing what people do during a war. I just started reading, Escape, our journey home through war-torn Germany. It has a map at the beginning and your town is listed on it. It was part of their travels. True story about two sisters. Glad your weather feels like summer, here it is cool. A good night to you, Iris.
A sad story, but thank you for sharing. Lots of the dark history is hidden and needs to come out in the light to be studied. So we learn and don't repeat mistakes made in the past.
Wars aren't the only things that cause pain and suffering. I also am interested in the Holocaust AND what happened in my own country with slavery, putting Japanese Americans in camps, forcing Native Americans into government owned villages, women treated as property, and I could go on and on. My history is equally bad. I'm with CJ. We MUST learn from our mistakes, or they will have been in vain.
I haven't yet read Cilka's story, haven't bought the book yet. I read The Tattooist of Auschwitz.
I never ever buy or cook with jalapenos. Much too hot for me.
This sounds like an important book to read. But yikes! Those cookies would have me in tears!
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