By Beverly Cleary
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I met his parents, who were not thrilled with the idea of a foreign daughter-in-law. From them I learned that his name was really Johann and that he changed it to press home his pro-communist leanings. Just recently, attending a youth forum in Prague and speaking at a conference, Ivan had made unflattering remarks about Switzerland. The newspapers back home had picked it up and blasted his disloyalty to his country, which did not go over well with the family. To me, he shrugged it off as unimportant and as I never saw him take any strong political stand after that, I believe the whole thing was a passing phase, meant to épater les bourgeois.
Growing up fast, we watched the adults, who seemed mainly occupied with survival. There was no indication that this would end. Children live day by day, a year is a lifetime, and soon we did not really imagine a time when there would not be a war. More and more families were trying to leave the starving, bombed-out city, its people’s faces reduced to bristle and bone, marked by hunger, scabies and dysentery. A place where children knew not to ask any questions about a prostrate form on the sidewalk, so prettily covered with a blanket of last night’s snow.
Back then, for us, living in a small, well-organized and recently prosperous country, it was a first time, firsthand. And what crushed us with calculated and deadly contempt was neither nature nor warring factions, but Nazi insanity. We begged rides with trucks that ran on potbelly stoves burning firewood, slept in barns and empty classrooms, received shelter or continued our search. We were stopped by men in the black uniforms of the Organization TODD, hunting for foreign labor needed in German factories.
A Girl from Yamhill by Beverly Cleary