There are new friends in the cellar Anett Mama said when I woke up Time to take breakfast down to them
I paused at the top of the stairs The cellar scared me because it was dark But the whispering voices gave me courage When I reached the bottom I entered the secret room where we hid Danish Jews from the Nazis A woman and her son sat on a cot
I’m Anett I said holding out the basket Mama made you breakfast I’m Carl The boy took the basket and handed his mother a roll and a soft-boiled egg We thank you she said
