Number the Stars
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Read between December 5 - December 6, 2022
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For Kirsti, the soldiers were simply part of the landscape, something that had always been there, on every corner, as unimportant as lampposts, throughout her remembered life.
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“There hasn’t been any butter, or sugar for cupcakes, for a long time. A year, at least.” “When will there be cupcakes again?” “When the war ends,”
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“Well,” Annemarie said slowly, “now I think that all of Denmark must be bodyguard for the Jews, as well.”
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Annemarie admitted to herself, snuggling there in the quiet dark, that she was glad to be an ordinary person who would never be called upon for courage.
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The Danes had destroyed their own naval fleet, blowing up the vessels one by one, as the Germans approached to take over the ships for their own use.
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“Don’t be frightened,” he said to them softly. “Once I had three daughters. Tonight I am proud to have three daughters again.”
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“That’s the worst thing in the world,” Ellen whispered. “To be dead so young. I wouldn’t want the Germans to take my family away—to make us live someplace else. But still, it wouldn’t be as bad as being dead.”
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Outside, she knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.
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But their shoulders were as straight as they had been in the past: in the classroom, on the stage, at the Sabbath table. So there were other sources, too, of pride, and they had not left everything behind.