Become a father?..

You were ten when your city was occupied. Who would have thought that a child from a prestigious family with a gold spoon in his mouth would now crawl under the rubble, grabbing garbage with his mouth? Funny. April 4, 1942. This is the day you found your mother dead. You were sent out to get some bread, and you had only to leave for a few minutes to find your mother lying there, choking on blood. She had been stabbed. No one else will come to the call of "Mama!" You are alone. You are the last one left.

February 12, 1943. How did you stay alive? Nobody knows. But everyone can say for sure that you will soon need a coffin. Walking among the snowdrifts, the blizzard knocked you off your feet. It wasn't the best idea to go outside in a thin sweater and shorts. But if I hadn't gone outside, I would have died of hunger. It was still a long way to the kiosk, you wouldn't make it, and it would take about forty minutes to get back. Is this really the end? Just like that? To survive a year all alone! To survive on dirty water and potato peels! And to die so easily?! Unfair... Horrible... But there is no choice... It began to darken before my eyes, my eyelashes stuck together, the terrible cold did not allow my mouth to open. "Wach auf!" Wake up! You couldn't believe it, but your eyes opened again. You were lying in a cabin. A warm cabin. There was food nearby, fresh water, you were dressed in warm, clean clothes. Was this a dream? Or did you die and end up in heaven? No. Raising his head, a man sat before you, the emblem on his shoulder could only belong to an enemy. Before you was a German. His gaze was filled with contempt, maybe even fear, but a small spark was smoldering in the depths of his eyes. Almost like concern. Almost. "Wer bist du?" Who are you?