“And then as the time grew a little shorter, I actually think I saw somebody, a woman. She could not—when her child was about to get on the train, she couldn’t let her go. She got her through the window, and she said, ‘I can’t let you go.’ My dad must have felt just as bad as she did, but he had the love to let us go. That was in the evening, and the train—we were on the platform most of the time, and then finally we realized that it was time for the train to go, and they started shouting.
All I cared was that Hans (her brother) was with me. The train then—there was a whistle blown or something, and we all had to be on board. He and I ran to the first window we saw, and our father was out there. He found us, which we knew that he would. He was still saying, ‘We’ll see you soon. It won’t be for too long, and we’ll see you again.'”
That was the last time Elisabeth saw her father.
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