Love Letters From Dresden

Love Letters From Dresden

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"A German boy doesn't cry! Am often reminder as I was growing up in Berlin. Now this book brought tears to my eyes. Extremely well written and true to the Times as I can Well remember. I was part of the caravans because my mother and I had been evacuated to a village in a part that became polish and we were on the road back to Berlin along with thousands of people fleeing the approaching Russian army. This book is true to those days. The plot is mind blowing. It is so true sounding, it can't be fiction."

 Love Letters from dresden

 

…Despite the bitter cold, fleeting rays of sunlight, peeking from behind grey clouds, penetrate the rubble to warm her numb face. This time, when Amelia opens her eyes, the panic and disorientation that overwhelmed her before dissipates, replaced by a dull acceptance. She is trapped under the debris of a bombed-out building. From her tomb she scans the surroundings; everything within sight is ruined. In the distance, a red glow is accompanied by the sound of a roaring fire. Lowering her eyes, moving them left to right, Amelia is able to explore her prison, and to her horror, she is sharing it with human remains. Revulsion morphs into panic as Amelia wiggles frantically, trying to escape, but it’s all to no avail. ‘Help me! Help me!’ she cries out, but nobody comes. I’m going to die, she whispers quietly to herself as tears swell in her eyes and dribble down her cheek. Amelia’s eyes become heavy and, with no fight left, they close to await the embrace of angels.

The freezing chill from the coldest winter in recent decades deadens the unconscious body of young Amelia Huber. Slowly she awakens and, for the first time in many months, she feels warm and at peace. In the distance, the bright light of a lighthouse signals its invitation…

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