Diary entry from Edith Farber. Age 16.
Today I received a letter from my father. I haven’t heard from him since I moved to the country, only from my mother. Unfortunately the letter said that she had passed away in the bombing that took place on the first of March. Although it has been years since I have been able to see her, I am deeply saddened. I wish that I had been able to tell Hans, but unfortunately I haven’t seen him in years either, ever since we were moved to the countryside. It is hard to communicate out here, and he is also lazy. It seems that I am on my own now. I do work for the family that I am with, milking cows and cooking for the children and such. But I always was holding onto this hope of seeing my family reunited in a peaceful Berlin. I guess I must really fend for myself now and start a new chapter somewhere else. Maybe America? I hear that’s nice.
Until then,
Edith