Stolen Child (12 page)

“Nadia …
Nadia
. You are safe.”

The scent of apples and laundry soap. It has to be Marusia. I open my eyes. It is Marusia, in her work clothes. I blink and look around, trying to get my bearings. I am still in the library staff room, bundled up in Miss Barry’s blanket. A shiver runs deep in my bones. I am unbearably sad and so very cold.

I feel Marusia’s arm around my waist.

Ivan is sitting cross-legged on the carpet, his brow creased with concern. There is no one else here, just me, Marusia and Ivan.

How much trouble was I in for running away from school a second time? Ivan seemed to know what was on my mind. “We told the inspector that you were ill,” he said.

I could feel my throat filling with tears — of relief, but also guilt. How long had I been here?

“What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s after six,” said Ivan. “We have been sitting here with you for hours.”

Money was so scarce for us, and I had made them miss work.

I had no control over it — the tears flowed. “I am so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.”

“You are not trouble,” said Ivan.

Marusia said nothing. I could tell by her gulps of air that she was weeping. I realized it wasn’t just me she was weeping about. She had lost another Nadia — her own sister — years ago. Just as I had lost my family. She held me tight and rested her head on my shoulder. I hugged her back. Ivan leaned forward and wrapped his arms around both of us. We wept together.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but I was suddenly aware that we were still in the library.

“Can we go home?” I asked.

We untangled our arms, but when I tried to get up my joints were so weak that my knees buckled. Marusia was wobbly too.

“Let’s get my girls home,” said Ivan. He took the blanket off my shoulders and held my coat open so I could slip it on. He must have gone to the school to get it. He wrapped one arm around my waist and another around Marusia’s, giving us each support.

When we got home, Marusia warmed up some homemade soup and sliced a few pieces of rye bread. Before, a meal like this would have caused confusing memories and nightmares. But now that my memory was back — parts of it, at least — I was able to think of that last bowl of soup I had shared with my grandmother and sister. It was a sad time, but also a cherished one. How I missed them both.

I still had not pieced together all the details of my life before my parents disappeared. The ache of their loss was like a wound in my heart. I must have been very young when they were taken away. And I realized now that they weren’t just taken away. They were dead. Tato was killed by the Soviets and Mama was killed by the Nazis. My teeth chattered — not from the cold but from the realization of all that I had lost.

I wrapped my arms around my chest and rocked back and forth in my chair. Back and forth, back and forth, trying to remember the last time my parents had held me.

But I also knew that Mama and Tato had loved me. Flecks and shadows of scenes from the past told me that. When I thought hard now about Tato, I could remember his warm smile and the last time he tucked me into bed … Mama, dear Mama. Her lilting voice as she sang the
kolysanka
.

And Baba? What strength she had. But she couldn’t have survived the shock of losing me and Lida.

Lida.

The dark-haired girl in my dream who tried to grab my hand … The OST girl in the bombed factory who met my gaze. That was Lida. I knew it now.

Marusia brushed her fingertips lightly on my forearm. “Are you ready to tell us about it?”

I was. At least, about as much as I remembered. It was a relief to say the details out loud.

At first it was all jumbled, but as I continued, my memories began to fall more and more into place. I sorted through the parts of my life when I was Gretchen, and the earlier parts when I was myself. It was a weight taken from
my shoulders to know for sure that Vater and Mutter were not my real parents. The thought of Vater in particular made bile rise in my throat. I had a twinge of worry about Eva though. She wasn’t my sister, but she was just a child. Where was she now? Was she safe? Did she ever think of me?

Marusia nodded as I spoke. She knew my history from when we met at the farm. Of my earlier life, she had guessed some of it. Ivan must have heard from Marusia all that she knew, but still he sat spellbound.

“I always wondered what your real name was,” said Marusia. “Larissa is a beautiful name. And you have a sister named Lida.”

“Yes.”

My sister. My dear big sister Lida. I started to cry again. “Do you think she still might be alive?” I managed to ask.

“With the memories that you’ve pieced together, maybe we will be able to find what became of her,” said Marusia.

“We’ll write to the Red Cross,” said Ivan. “We can always hope.”

I first heard about the
Lebensborn
program from my mother-in-law, the late Lidia (Krawchuk) Skrypuch. The Nazi front passed through her city of Zolochiv twice and soldiers took over her house. She and her parents became prisoners in their own home. One day she overheard bits of conversation from the Nazi officers. Something was happening at her school the next day. Her parents kept her home. When she did go back to school, all of her blond and blue-eyed female classmates had disappeared. She heard they had been taken for the
Lebensborn
program. I asked her what that meant
.

The Nazi murder of six million Jews during WWII — the Holocaust — is well documented. Most people are not aware of the Nazis’ plans for other people. Hitler and the Nazis believed that the Germanic peoples of Central Europe were the descendants of “Aryans” — members of a “master race” whose destiny was to rule the world. Other ethnic groups were sorted into a pecking order, based on how much “Aryan blood” they supposedly had. Most of the peoples of Northern Europe, Great Britain and the Low Countries, as well as parts of France, were considered mostly or partly Aryan. Other groups, especially in the south of Europe, were judged less pure, but acceptable as neighbours and allies. At the very bottom of this hierarchy were the Jews, along with the Roma (Gypsies). The Nazi goal was to exterminate every Jew and Rom in the world. The Nazis also planned to kill people they deemed mentally or physically unfit.

Nazi policy regarding the Slavs — who include the Russians, Ukrainians and Byelorussians, as well as the Poles, Czechs and many others — was less consistent. Slavs were categorized as racially inferior, and Hitler declared that most of their lands in Eastern Europe belonged to Germany as
Lebensraum
(“living space”) for the expansion of the Aryan race. Although the Nazis did not call for a Holocaust-style eradication of the Slavs, they treated civilians in Eastern Europe far more harshly than they did civilians elsewhere in Europe. Historians estimate that at least 10 million civilian Slavs were killed by the Germans in Poland and the USSR.

In order to free up “living space” for Aryans, Slavs were to be deported en masse from their homelands. Others were to be sent to Germany as slave labourers. People from the eastern part of Ukraine made up the bulk of these slave labourers. British intelligence reports indicate that the rate of deportation from Soviet Ukraine at times approached 15,000 to 20,000 a day. Soviet cities were full of what the Nazis considered “superfluous eaters” — and death by starvation was common.

Hitler wanted more Aryans to be born, but German women weren’t having babies quickly enough. In 1936, Hitler’s secret police, the SS, created the
Lebensborn
(Fount of Life) program to increase the number of Aryan children, so that the master race could populate more of Europe. In the beginning, the
Lebensborn
program concentrated on making sure more Aryan babies were produced in Nazi-occupied parts of Europe. But between 1940 and 1942, the Germans also turned their attention to the blond, blue-eyed Polish and Ukrainian children from Eastern Europe, children who also looked Aryan. They began to steal these children from their parents.

There were two methods of rounding up children. The first was to take every child of a certain age in random villages or towns and sort through them, sending some to be killed, assigning others for slave labour and yet others for adoption by Nazi families.

Method two involved using specially trained Nazi women known as Brown Sisters to go through a town searching for children with Aryan features. An Aryan-looking child would be offered candy, giving the Brown Sister the chance to ask questions. The child’s home would then be raided in the middle of the night and the child taken away.

The stolen children were put through tests, including the measurement of sixty-two body parts, to ensure that they were “racially valuable.” Any tiny shortcoming meant the difference between an adoptive home and either a concentration camp or a slave labour camp.

The final round of racially valuable children was then sent to special homes where the children were brainwashed into thinking that they were German. Some were told that their parents were dead, or had only been spies and liars. Children who were still young — under the age of eight — were then placed with their new Nazi families. Older children were put in Nazi Youth boarding schools or fostered out.

The Nazis went to great lengths to destroy the records of these children when it became clear that Germany would lose the war, so it is hard to know exactly how many were stolen in this way, although it is estimated to be about 250,000 Polish and Ukrainian children alone. The Nazis were so successful with this program that after the war, most of the stolen children refused to leave their German parents, even if their birth parents were still alive and could be located.

The Nazis didn’t just steal children. They also forced millions of young adults into forced labour. Those from Eastern Europe were called
Ostarbeiters
(Eastern Workers). They were treated harshly — often worked to death. They were required to wear a badge stitched with the letters
OST
and most lived behind barbed wire in guarded camps. There were 3 to 5.5 million
Ostarbeiters
in Nazi Germany. Most were Ukrainian. Many were forced to work in German munitions factories because the Nazis realized that these factories were prime targets for bombing by the Allied nations. Many
Ostarbeiters
died in Allied bombing raids.

Before World War II, the land where Ukrainians had lived for more than a thousand years had become part of Poland and the Soviet Union. Since wartime statistics identified people by their citizenship, not ethnicity, Ukrainians were identified as Polish or “Soviet” (which was often inaccurately presumed to be Russian). The fall of the Soviet Union in 1991 has made long-suppressed archival information more available to researchers, and has also heightened public awareness of ethnic distinctions among the peoples of Eastern Europe and the former Soviet Union. Both developments have allowed a truer picture of the Ukrainian experience of World War II to emerge. The nation of Ukraine declared its independence in 1991.

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