Birds cirlced over head. Crows. A whole murder of them. I depised crows. They always showed up in bad weather to bring bad news. The last time the crows showed up, we found out daddy was shot in Stalingrad.

Mamas been worrying a whole lot about rations. She said we don’t have enough for the four of us. I said her and my little brother, Christoph, could have mine.

There was a crow sitting on the windowsill. Christoph’s windowsill. I couldn’t help it. I ran inside, straight to his room. He was asleep in his bed still but I had to wake him. “Bitte weck Christoph auf…es ist dringend..”(please wake up Christoph it’s urgent) He didn’t budge. I ran to mama in a panick. “Mama! Mama! Christoph won’t wake up!”Wach auf Christoph. Bitte wach auf.