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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meeting in Belsen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Anne Frank (1929-1945) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day in the autumn of 1944, <br>Along with your sister Margot, <br>You were deported from Auschwitz <br>to Bergen-Belsen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you arrived in the camp<br>the barracks were full, <br>so for several weeks<br>you lived in a crowded tent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unlike in Auschwitz, <br>there were no gas chambers in Belsen, <br>just shouting SS guards with dogs, <br>watch towers and barbed wire fence, <br>starvation and disease, <br>living skeletons of prisoners<br>tottering around like ghosts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Typhus raged everywhere<br>And each hour brought new miseries.<br>You stared at the clouds in the sky<br>with your big eyes that grew bigger<br>in the camp on your sunken face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your head was shaven now<br>and you dressed in coarse rags.<br>But in your tiny fragile figure<br>the pure fire of your lofty soul<br>kept burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then winter came with ice and snow, <br>frosty winds swept through the camp.<br>The barracks were unheated in Belsen.<br>The cold followed you everywhere<br>And the hunger pangs became unbearable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wished at least you could write<br>but it was hard to get paper or pencil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nevertheless, February arrived<br>with thrilling news.<br>Amid tears and smiles you found out<br>with boundless excitement <br>that an old school friend from Amsterdam<br>was also in Bergen-Belsen, <br>in another section of the camp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although you could have been shot for it, <br>you decided to take the risk and meet<br>with your friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So one shivery winter night <br>you walked on the frozen ground <br>of the barren heath of the camp<br>towards the barbed wire fence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scared and trembling in the dark, <br>She waited on the other side.<br>It was dangerous to make any sound.<br>However, suddenly and against all odds<br>she heard your voice whispering her name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You could not embrace each other<br>because of the barbed wire barrier. <br>But you could talk and cry together<br>And the tears were flowing like rivers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She brought you a crust of bread<br>and threw it over the barbed wire fence. <br>But a woman took it from you<br>And you fumed in dismayed frustration.<br> <br>Yet two nights later<br>you met again your friend at the fence.<br>She tossed another package of food<br>And this time you caught it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hundreds of miles away in Poland<br>your mother was alone in Auschwitz.<br>She missed her family and refused to eat.<br>While freedom drew closer inch by inch<br>and the Russians approached the camp<br>she died of starvation <br>on January 6,1945.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile in Bergen-Belsen<br>Margot became gravely ill.<br>She contracted typhus <br>and one day as she lost consciousness <br>she fell from her bunk and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the same time you lay sick, too, <br>in your barrack bunk, <br>unaware of your sister’s death<br>or the fate of your parents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun rose and set on the horizon<br>and the Allies advanced in every front.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On January 27,1945, <br>Three weeks after your mother died, <br>the 322nd Rifle Division of the Red Army<br>liberated your father in Auschwitz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In March, American and British forces<br>crossed the Rhine River in Germany<br>and a month later, on April 15,1945, <br>the British 11th Armoured Division <br>overran Bergen-Belsen <br>and liberated the concentration camp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they came too late for you<br>Because your heart stopped beating by then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t know if irony <br>Can offer any pale solace<br>Yet compassionate arms<br>Held you when you <br>Became highly delirious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carrying the promise of spring<br>A bright breeze blew through the lager.<br>It was March 1945 now<br>and slipping slowly into a deep coma<br>you died peacefully<br>in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.<br> <br>You were fifteen years old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, only the flesh dies.<br>The soul survives.<br>Your memory lives forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne, you always believed <br>in the goodness of man.<br>Your constructive sensibility<br>transcends time and suffering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your towering courage soars<br>above war and destruction.<br>It rises in gleaming nobility <br>as a symbol of the human spirit<br>triumphing against evil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your immortal Diary inspires <br>millions of people around the globe.<br>Its poignant words glow and shine<br>illuminating the darkness of the night<br>with radiant splendour of light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne, when I was born <br>You were already six years old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the summer of 1944, <br>while you and your family <br>were hiding in Amsterdam, <br>My mother, sister and I were deported<br>From Hungary to Strasshof, <br>a slave labour camp near Vienna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father was sent to Auschwitz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then on April 9,1945, <br>A fortnight before my ninth birthday, <br>the Red Army<br>Liberated us in Strasshof. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the winter of life <br>Turns my thinning hair grey<br>And with the rolling of seasons<br>I became much older than you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I age.<br>You don’t.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Montreal,2009)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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One day in the autumn of 1944, 
Along with your sister Margot, 
You were deported from Auschwitz 
to Bergen-Belsen.

When you arrived in the camp
the barracks were full, 
so for several weeks
you lived in a crowded te..."></div>
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