father - home

Outside the carriage, the yelling of the guards and the shouting of the prisoners gradually subsided, followed by the continuous "clang" of the gangway being removed and the closing of the carriage door. Finally, the whistle blew and the locomotive shook suddenly. The platform outside the window, The people on the platform looked back frequently, the train would leave the station in another 10 minutes, the locomotive bound for the Czech Republic, and the whole station began to retreat slowly.

In the rhythmic impact of the wheels and rails, the scenery outside the window turned from gray to green.The ever-changing and colorful green, from near to far, is boundless; The fallen leaves return to the dust; sometimes it seems to be piled up with heavy colors, and sometimes it is hazy with ink and wash.

I've walked this route countless times.Every time, I am fascinated by the beauty and enchantment of this nature.

Sitting in front of the car window, I used to look into the distance. Unknowingly, the mountains, rivers, and fields became blurred and unreal. Only on the green background, a pair of clear, bright black eyes appeared, with a pure, warm brilliance. rainbow.I stared, my heart pounding like I haven't felt in a long time.Not to mention the five years when I was separated from Joseph, but when I was with Joseph before, I was probably too familiar with it, and I had fully owned it without any sense of mystery.But now, this feeling is lingering, and it is getting stronger and stronger.Why?Is it because of his incomparable and extraordinary appearance, or because of the mysteries one after another on him.He must be Asian. Where is he from?Intuitively, I believe he is Chinese, but sure?I noticed that his German is not very good. He must not be a Chinese expatriate who has lived in Germany for many years, let alone grew up in Germany.If so, how could he join the Wehrmacht?Or an officer?Since he was an officer, how could he be a prisoner?He will not be arrested for being Chinese, like Jews and Gypsies.Because nothing like this has ever happened before.Although, due to the relationship between Germany and Japan, Germany has stopped military aid to China, but the Chinese in Germany are still treated with courtesy, and almost no one has been arrested for this.So what crime did he commit?Political prisoner or criminal?What crime could a man with such eyes and such a smile commit?I looked into those eyes, looked at that smile, is this what a prisoner should have?There is no tyranny, wretchedness, brutality, and cowardice of real criminals, nor the pain, fear, sorrow, and despair of innocents.How did he manage to make himself peaceful, proud, brave, and kind even though he was in adversity, no, it should be in a desperate situation?What kind of person is he?

Maybe there's nothing special about him.He is like this only because he does not yet understand his situation.Almost all the Jews didn't know it when they went to the concentration camp, just like those Jews who were notified to go to Czech Enstadt just now, they didn't know that there was only one end point of their trip-the crematorium in the concentration camp.Perhaps he also harbored the illusion that it was a mere bureaucratic error, one that would eventually be rectified under such efficient government apparatus as the Third Reich.He must not know what the Dachau concentration camp was, or what awaited him ahead.Actually, I don't know, but one thing: I have never heard of anyone who can get out of there alive.

The sky outside the window is clear, but my heart is covered with dark clouds.It's no longer just the heartbeat, even the breathing has become heavy.I want to get rid of him, but I can't. His figure keeps shaking in front of my eyes.I want to solve the mystery, find Lieutenant Shenk, he must know, but I still can't put it into action.I'm afraid, I'm terrified.It's not the kind of nervousness and panic when asking for introductions in order to meet the person you like, but the real fear.The fear that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow and follows everywhere is a fear that can only be felt in the Third Reich.

I was lost in thought when there was a noise outside the box door.

Immediately, a soldier knocked on the door to report. "Sir!"

"What's the matter?" I asked looking up.

Before the soldier could answer, he was pushed aside.

"Haha! Marty, (Matthias' nickname) is really you!" A baby face appeared at the door.

"Ernie! (Ernst's nickname)" I recognized him immediately.

Ernst Rauscher has brown curly hair and brown eyes, always smiling.He is my classmate in the university, and the relationship is not bad.When I graduated from university, I took the postgraduate entrance examination, while he went to a small hospital, and soon joined the SS.At that time, we were still in frequent contact. He once tried to persuade me to join the army with him. After I refused, the contact became less.

"They told me there was Lieutenant von Meissenbach in the car, and I didn't believe it. You didn't tell me you joined the army." He waved the soldiers to put the luggage on the shelf.

"Can it be my fault? Who knows where you are?"

"Ah, yes, it's my fault if you say so." Ernst took off his military belt, hung it on the coat hook together with the military cap, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and turned to look at me with the same eyes as before. Same, quite envious. "However, having said that, you are still right. Look at you, you are a lieutenant as soon as you join the army."

"What's the matter? Don't you too? We are each other."

"That's different. I worked hard for four years before I was admitted. And you're already a doctor." Ernst sat down next to me, next to me. "Seriously, Marty, it's great to meet you. I'm going to Dachau this time to finish my doctoral dissertation in my spare time. You'll have to help me then."

"No problem, old classmate." I was a little uncomfortable being squeezed by him, and moved inward.

Ernst laughed. "Why are you still the same, can't you be more easy-going?"

I glared at him. "You're the old man, always so casual, and we're all officers, remember?"

"What? I don't think you have ever been young. You have always been so serious, sitting upright, and rejecting people thousands of miles away."

I knew he was joking, it was always like that in college.

So I asked him, "Where did you go just now? How did you come here?"

"Look," Ernst sat up straight, no longer next to me. "I was late and almost missed the car. Fortunately, I finally caught up at the last moment. So I chatted with Lieutenant Shenk and the others for a while."

"Oh, he's still interested." I'm a little annoyed at the mention of Lieutenant Shenk.

"No, he told me that I missed a good show."

"Hmph, he still has the nerve to say it."

"Come on, Marty."

"You didn't see the scene at that time. He should have made arrangements earlier."

"Don't be so unreasonable, will you? Marty, it's not his fault that the train was wrongly dispatched."

"But where was he when it happened? Tell you what, he was hiding. He was afraid that if the situation got out of control, he would be caught in the middle and be trampled to death by the Jews."

"You are really unreasonable, haven't you made him unable to step down?"

Yeah, why should I be mad?Things were safe and sound, and it was a complete success.Even if something went wrong, Lieutenant Shenk should be responsible, and I have nothing to do with it.Moreover, I would also like to be grateful for what happened today, allowing me to see that person.But I'm still angry, am I worried about that person, or complaining about that person?