Thursday, 11 September 2008
In Heaven there are no books
My books have always been my favourite things. Photos taken of me as a child, depict me with an open book, which I wanted to show to the photographer, in this case my dad.
I remember a conversation I had with my mum when I was seven. I asked what war was. My mother said that it was bad and people were fighting, I was told that as soon as the sirens were heard, I had to go to the nearest house to take shelter. So I could die, was my conclusion. Then I found a basket and put my favourite books in it. I told my mum, that these were the books I wanted to take with me, when I went to heaven.
I don't remember her answer, but I didn't know then, that there are no books in heaven. Still books are for me heaven on earth. When we were imprisoned in a Japanese concentration camp, we had to leave everything behind, so also my books. I remember that I destroyed all of them, for I thought:"If I cannot keep them, the Japs won't have them either!"
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