War Torn Love (54 page)

             
With
his powerful arms, Abram lifted me completely up off my feet. Placing my but down on the blanket on the upper roof, my feet dangling over the side, unable to quite touch my feet on the roof below. I pulled up my dress up to be more accommodating, as he then lowered his pants, and at that time, I wrapped my legs around him. I worked at getting him prepared, as I was - with it this cold, I did not dare fritter away time, who knows how long it
would take him to be ready without a little hand. I then pulled him into my waiting body, with my legs. We gazed into each other’s eyes, his big blue eyes shone, as the
bright;
nearly full moon was at his back.  Our lips were locked - I could feel the passion coming out in both our kisses.  The sort of kisses that made you tingle, and curls your toes. I had to pull away once in awhile to come up for air, otherwise he would have just kept going. With the moon and the stars, in the backdrop, across the night sky, after I had laid the groundwork, he then proceeded to wildly make love to me, and my passions sang out loudly. As a result of the tenderness he showed towards me, I felt so good, it was as if I was trying to calling out to the moon, like a wolf would. He felt so, so good. I brought his hand under my dress, guided his large hands to my breasts, as he was inside me.

             
The one time I was thankful he was so fast to finish. We did not stay up on the roof too long afterwards however, due to the extreme cold. The wind had suddenly picked up - drastically dropping the temperature. Blowing at Abram’s back and now blowing pasted him, and directly on my bare bottom now exposed to the wind, and I was now freezing, I had goose bumps all over.

             
If then I only had a small inkling that this could very easily be our last time to be together with my husband - to feel my husband some more. To spend time with him, whether we were making love or not. We didn’t know though – he had said ‘farm’, and in my heart, I’d hoped he was right.
             
Neither of us wanted to go down. We did not go down to the apartment straight away - I was
surprised when he stopped me just on the inside of the door that led to the roof. Before I knew, it, he began having his way with me again. We began kissing, I was tingling all over, he was such an amazing lover, he had to had me one more time just inside the doorway, where the cold was away from us, and we still were alone, except I would had to contain myself, or we would surely draw a crowd. Oh my, he did not hold back so this made it quite difficult. However, there was one thing he went out of his way to make sure I had been satisfied this time.

             
When we walking in
through
the front door of the apartment we would discover the whole place was completely filled with amazing smells - familiar, yet so foreign to me. My taste buds perked up almost immediately; since it had been at least three years since the last time, I had enough to eat to fully satisfy me. I had eaten awful lot imaginary meals over this time. Sometimes that is all we had.

             
I said, “Wow does it smell fantastic in here Marym! What have you all been up to? More importantly where did you get your hands on the ingredients to concoct such a dish?”

             
Poppa saw us and out of character for him, lit all up, smiling from ear to ear - boy was he glad to see us arriving; he was visibly in good spirits for the first time since the passing of Momma. Not in three years had I seen him acting like this. Of course the loss of her, had completely transformed his character, he not been the same ever since. They were so much in love. He had been so dependent on her, had been in disarray ever since. The life in him just
seem to had left him in so many ways. Marym and I had done our best to fill some of the void he had been experiencing. When he spoke, he just did not had the same sort of confidence in his voice as he once did.

             
Poppa had responded to me, “Little bear,” the others and I thought that since we would not be able to bring all our food rations along with us, we had nearly two weeks worth of supplies we would otherwise been leaving behind -why let it go to waste, or to others when we have been starving for so long. We took a family vote while you were gone. We should celebrate the fact that we are all together, moving on to a new adventure. We were going to feast – for the first time in a very long time, this family darn well is going to get enough to eat for a change. Tonight there shall be none of us going hungry. We shall all express joy, and celebrate and have a good time! Not to mention planning, this time for bringing food aboard the train for the long ride we shall be taking. We will bring some food on the train with us, so we would not have to have nothing to eat.”

             
“I think that’s a magnificent idea, Poppa! You’re right - this family deserves a celebration darn it. I think that is the best idea I had heard in a long time. Poppa you know what I feel like dancing - would you please come and dance with me,” I said.

             
Poppa had not called me his little bear in so long I welled up, I noticed he had too - it reminded me of better
times and
the
way he was before. This all was so wonderful! I walked over and gave him a great big hug! My sister came over and joined in, and the three of us had a
group hug, just as we did when we were small. Then we both took turns dancing with him.

             
That night at dinner, each and every one of us managed to eat slowly as we could, trying to be sure that we could savor every single bite of food before us, which was key in being able to put away even more. You cannot even imagine how good it was to truly be eating. The meal tasted so terrific, as hungry as we all were – of course, it, was missing the most basic of normal everyday spices, but truly, it still turned out to be the best meal I had the fortune eating. Something we had not been able to do in much to long I know as I ate, I looked around me. The food was bringing out the best in me. This meal made me realize how important everyone sitting before me was to me. I wanted to be able to see everyone. Not one of us had a frown.

             
In three years, we had learned a very valuable lesson the hard way. We had learned to appreciate the smallest of things in life. We learned that the most essential things in life were not materialist items, but rather it was our faith in God, the love of our family, following close behind having enough to eat each day. And shelter over our heads, and our health. Anything after that was just secondary.

             
The family ate until we could not eat anymore; it was not because we ran out of food. Oh, the warm bread my sister baked was the best. I forced myself to have even more. I sought after this stuffed feeling to last me as long of time as I could manage! Because I knew, it could be years until I had an opportunity to eat like this once again. I could not even remember the last time I was able to eat this much
food all in one sitting. During dinner that night, we all laughed so merrily - talked, sang, and gave thanks. This was truly the happiest any of us had been since. I cannot even begin to tell you when, it had been that long. I would have to say it had to be before the war as far as I could recall. Once again, these memories would have to last me a while. I knew it, on some instinctive
level that
this – this meal, this night – was going to be our last all together.

             
We all in due course made our way to bed more rolled our way. For the first time my stomach was not gurgling when I got into bed that night, which sometimes had kept me stirring in the past, unable to sleep because of the hunger. I think that tonight I rather managed to confuse my poor stomach. Nevertheless, as good as one unbelievable meal was to all of us, it surely was not going to be enough food to be beneficial enough to mend all the damage to our bodies. The starvation had been causing damage over the last couple of years. The after effects of this wonderful meal, I found myself, hours later, I was in the bathroom suffering the effects from eating so much, after hardly eaten anything in great amounts in years. It was horrible - I probably lost everything I had gained. My stomach was a wreck! All twisted up in knots.

             
Five o’clock in the morning the next day there came a noisy knocking coming from the front door, odd being this early, we were surprised and confused at who it could be. We had all been up by this time anyways - so we were not put out by this intrusion into our last minutes of our privacy. We were eating breakfast when the knocking had come.

             
Desiring to surprise to the family, I had gotten up in the early hours, before anyone else was up, and made breakfast for everyone. It was not much of a breakfast I assure you, but at least it was nice to have something for breakfast before we had to leave. We had not had a breakfast since coming here.

             
Generally as a norm, we had enough food to afford having no more than two light meals on any given day. Really, usually it would had equated to one small meal worth, but we spread it out, trying to treat our ravenous appetites. Therefore, we would not had to go so many hours per day without food.

             
Abram went over and answered the door, seeing I was busy, I had my hands full.

             
“Hello!”

             
I curiously looked through the crack in the open door, as Abram was talking, and then spotted it was a two-Ghetto police officer at the door. I did not have to wonder what it was all about, why they were here.

             
“Sorry to disturb you Sir, this is a heads up, we were ordered here, to go door to door to warn everyone. That my men and I in an hour, we will be going through and clearing out this entire building, so please for your own sakes be ready, make this easy on all of us. We do not like this any more than you do. Oh and try to remember only bring along any personal items that you can physically carry with you, nothing more. Otherwise the Germans will take from you anything they deem so fit.” He had also
asked Abram for the names of everyone in the family, and their ages.

             
“Well thank you for letting us know, I assure you Sir we will be ready, and out of here!” Abram answered in
calmly
and politely. When he wanted to, he was a much more even killed person than I, I on the other hand would have probably called the man at the door scum, a trader for selling out his own people. He and the rest of his cronies could be so savage against their own families. They beat us; they became no better than the Nazis they were serving, they had become power hungry.

             
After Abram had shut the door, Poppa turned to all of us, and then so we could all hear him, said, “Everyone please, I know you’re all busy, trying to get ready to go. And I know we do not have much time, but I think that this would be an appropriate time for each of us to give thanks to our God, so please take a moment with me!” He put his reading glasses on so he could read the words, and then he read a few of his favorite words from the “Torah, before packing it away once more. Now please everyone come in close, hold each other’s hand!” 

             
The family took a moment to kiss and hug one another, let each other know that we appreciate one another, and of course loved one another. “That is so wonderful before we go out through that door for the last time, each one of you need to remember the importance’s of us all sticking  together, let us not be divided.”

             
Through all the ruckus, Abeila managed somehow to still be a sound asleep when we were leaving - I did not
bother trying to wake her up, why wake her! I brother had her sleep until we are safely aboard the train, if I am so lucky; she could be a very cranky in the mornings! Everyone else had a chance to eat something, so I went ahead and packed my daughter something to eat for later. I bundled her up in a knitted blanket – the one my mother had knitted for her when she was born.