I often think about the time I lost the place I called home. The lost we all felt, the struggle to survive, the feeling of betrayal, and the laughter that lighted up the darkness. I wonder, from time to time, how things would be different if we decided to stay in East Berlin. Would we all still be alive? Would we have been happy? But I know it was better for all of us to leave our friends and family behind, only taking what we could fit into our bags. There are nights I still feel the cold, of sleeping in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter, in my bones. This is the story of how my family, the Stein family, fought to survive while escaping communism.
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Lost Home
Historical FictionA family of 6 run away from their home in East Berlin in the dead of night. Emilia and Oskar fear for their children's safety when they start to punish children for not following the communist way that the East now practices. Clarissa "Clara" the no...
