LEGACY

Published November 5, 2017 by rochellewisoff

Today Pegman walks through  Córdoba, Argentina.

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I didn’t think I’d have time to write for Pegman this week, but when the muse says “write it” I must obey. This week marks the 79th anniversary of Kristallnacht so it’s where my mind and heart went this week. The following story is based on the experience many Jewish descendants (myself included) have had. 

Shalom

This picture from the Cordoba, Argentina speaks ‘olive branch of peace’ to me.

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 150

LEGACY

            Rosita’s grandparents had managed to survive Ravensbrück and Auschwitz. In 1945 they immigrated to South America where they built a new life. Ingrid’s grandfather emigrated from Germany the same year.

            With a myriad of conflicting emotions, Rosita watched the newscast beside her best friend. A bunker had been unearthed in the Argentinian jungle loaded with Nazi artifacts, not too far away.

            Although the apprehension of war criminals in Argentina was hardly news to the twenty-year-old college student, the discovery of the hideout unearthed a hidden truth.  The direct descendant of one of her grandparents’ torturers now begged for absolution.

            “Lo siento con todo mi corazón,” said Ingrid, her fair cheeks wet with tears streaming from her ocean-blue eyes.  

            What an esqueleto to tumble from the armario. Rosita’s heart ached for her friend who was as much a victim as the Jews. What could she say?

            “Perdono con todo mi corazón.”      

Glossary:

Lo siento con todo mi corazon. – I’m sorry with all of my heart. 

Esqueleto – skeleton

Armario – Closet

Perdono con todo mi corazon. – I forgive with all of my heart. 

 

 

 

 

39 comments on “LEGACY

    • Dear Jan,

      There are so many secrets surrounding the Nazis I wonder if we’ll ever know them all. It seems, even all these years later there’s more to learn and be sickened by. Thanks re my story, m’luv.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Great story, Rochelle. I sometimes think of the war criminals who walk around free from consequences of their actions. Are they psychopaths untouched by conscience? Or were they unwilling conspirators who “were only following orders?” There is a scene in Marathon Man when the Nazi doctor Szell is having a diamond appraised and realizes that he had operated on the man he is talking to. The man says “Do I know you?” Szell, a psychopath, is only concerned with being caught. But I wonder at the many others, from townspeople to guards, who went on to live peacefully. What happened when they saw their accusers? What did they feel? Shame, remorse, guilt? Thanks for the contribution this week 😉

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  • Kristallnacht is a beautiful word (to me) but its meaning and what happened that night are horrific and unforgivable. I didn’t realize this week was the anniversary of that horrific night. I love how you brought these two friends into your story. May there be hundreds more like them. We need that now.

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    • Dear Lish

      Kristallnacht or crystal night is a beautiful word…alas it has come to mean a night of horrors. I didn’t realize this was the week until I started writing my FF story for the coming week. (oops..spoiler alert…my “secret’s” out)

      I have a few German friends and they still carry the guilt and remorse. As far as I’m concerned these are as much the victims as my own people. There needs to be reconciliation on so many fronts, doesn’t there? Thank you for your comments re my story.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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      • I remember reading/learning about WW II when I was in grade school. Maybe 8 or 9 years old? Knew few to no details but remember being terribly embarrassed about being of German descent. (My parent’s grandparent’s immigrated years before). Still with little knowledge of what had truly happened, there was much weight on my whimpy shoulders. Ask the nuns? NOT!

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  • What a horrible situation for two friends to be in. I wonder if such a drama has ever played out. Good on Rosita for having the heart and the wisdom to realize her friend was a different kind of victim. Great tension in this and I love that you wrote a lot of it in Spanish.

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    • Dear Eric,

      It would be a difficult situation. I do know that there are many second and third generations of Nazis who bear the shame and are grief-stricken by it. I wouldn’t be surprised if this story hasn’t played out in real life. And as the saying goes in fiction, “Why not?” Muchas gracias, mi amigo.

      Shalom y paz,

      Rochelle

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  • Very moving story, Rochelle, and one that touches the heart of what it takes to move forward from such atrocities – forgiveness.and an ability to leave the past to the past, never forgetting, but wanting to live for the future. Movingly told

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    It is unfair for the generations to follow to actually feel the guilt of there forefathers; that said, it is truly an act of grace to ask for forgiveness anyway and especially to give it.
    True friendship.

    Oh, and, as per usual, a fabulously told story that I so believe could take place.

    Lotsa love,

    Dale

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