lulustri

These bitter glimpses of the Holocaust in Poland ring like small folorn bells tolling us all to hell. I'll give you one example. In "The Key Game" there's a couple and their three year old boy. They finish dinner, it's late, 10 at night, but before the boy goes to bed he has to play the Key Game. They have been playing it every night for two weeks and the boy still hasn't got it right. The problem is not the boy, it's the father who just isn't quick enough. The game starts. The mother calls out "Ding dong!" imitating the doorbell. That's all she has to do. The boy jumps up and runs to the door. "Who's there?" he says. And then, "Just a minute, I have to find the keys." Then he runs back into the main room and runs about making a lot of noise with his feet. He pulls out drawers, slams doors and yells "Just a minute, I can't find them, I don't know where Mummy put them!" Then more stamping about and finally "I found them!" That's it, that's the key game. In a minute or so, the father reappears from the bathroom. He says "I still need more time, he has to look for them longer. I slip in sideways... but it's so tight. And he's got to stamp his feet louder." The mother says to the boy "You're doing a wonderful job. You know that if someone should ring the doorbell one day when Mummy is at work, everything will depend on you? And what do you say when they ask where your parents are? " The boy says, "Mummy is at work. " "And Daddy?" The father yells "And Daddy??" The boy says "Daddy is dead."

2022-10-21 05:39