The Orchard Will Bloom

Ma squeezes her worn collection of Erben poems into my overstuffed rucksack. “Food feeds the body. Poetry lifts the soul, helps us endure. Treasure it.” Last moments in our flat. Heydrich, the Butcher of Prague, was assassinated yesterday and Nazi reprisals have started. Ma has bribed our way onto a truck filled with potatoes, scheduled … More The Orchard Will Bloom