Escaping the Nazis on the Kindertransport

Escaping the Nazis on the Kindertransport — page 3
Time was when voyage meant train steamship distances unbridgeable waiting for a thinning mail weeks then months then nothing Children’s train across the Reich stops and starts again Holland a lighted gangplank night ferry to gray-misted sea-gulled Harwich again the rails reaching flat across East Anglia to London in my bedroom the suitcase a silent witness