Miles away, at the border between Germany and Holland, William Rosenberg presented his forged papers to the bulky, intimidating German border guard. The guard looked at the papers, and back at William. “Where are you going tonight? It is late.”
“To visit my uncle in Amsterdam. He’s sick.”
The guard studied William’s papers again. “Ah, I see.” He looked up at William.
William gave the Hitler salute. “Heil Hitler!”
The guard returned the salute. “Heil Hitler!” He paused, glancing at William from the side, and nodded. “You may pass.”
William held his breath and continued purposefully to the gate, as it slowly rose.
The guard yelled a few Yiddish words he had memorized, meaning, “Look out, duck your head!”
William reflexively ducked his head and spun around. A moment later, he realized what giving away that he knew Yiddish would mean to the guards. His heart sank.
The guard pointed his gun at William’s head and raised his bushy eyebrows. “Looks like you picked the wrong night to be a Jew.”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish
Comment on this Bubble
Your comment and a link to this bubble will also appear in your Facebook feed.