My mother became the heroine of the neighborhood. Whereas she was normally a person who tried to be inconspicuous and unobtrusive, she now sym-bolized strength and action to our neighbors. Most of them were afraid to stay in their own homes and wanted to come to our house since we had the Russian officers with us.
A number of women and children moved in with us and it got quite crowded. We were permitted to keep our bedroom and kitchen. The officers occupied the rest of the house. Thus, everybody was crammed into one bedroom. We slept on the floor, together in beds, wherever there was room. Safety was more important than sleep. We all took care of each other.
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