Stars of the Night: The Courageous Children of the Czech Kindertransport
All through the year we played with our friends went to school with them laughed and told our secrets to them We were Jewish They were often not It didn’t matter to us When we were seven or eight or nine or ten Prague was everyone’s peaceful home until it wasn’t
NO FORM In November something happened but we didn’t understand what it was Tent camps grew outside our city filled with people our parents called refugees The children appeared in the streets cold hungry without shoes They looked lost Afraid What had happened to them We began to understand
jew hey In Germany Jewish storefronts had been smashed Synagogues had been burned The refugees were looking for somewhere safe to go As we walked home from school older boys glared at us their fists raised One of them pointed and sneered Hey Jew Another boy threatened to beat us up
We ran as fast as we could into the arms of our parents
