Do your remember, when...1
Dear, kind Gad, I owe you a present, no, I want to give you one, not just so that you get something from me that you can glance through and then lay aside forever, but something that will make you happy whenever you pick it up.
How could anyone bring us someone like this? We asked ourselves in fits of laughter.
Oh, we made fun of him when he was hanging there tied to that tree, but I felt differently...
When it became a problem: Tola.
And our group was drawn closer, when Karlos was enjoyed by everyone.
Our Beck worried about the greasy mud Erwin had to work with.
We must remember Erika and all the times we sat together.
Night exists for more than sleep which is why, my love, we stayed awake so often.
We lived through many exploding bombs.
But five minutes later we knew peace again.
Lothar Herrmann only paints rooms, which is why I don't have much idea how to draw cartoons. Nor am I a mighty poet, but I did it as well as I could.
Sometimes it looks like this in Meir.
A void opens within me / Spirit and body suddenly are lame / The time that follows is torture / In which I seek out the strength to go / on living. / Often I see myself standing at the / edge of an abyss / Felt my utter abandonment / And the dizziness when I left my eyes / look down / And the sudden draining of blood / from my cheeks.
But suddenly from the blackest depths / A gentle voice came echoing / Looking down I wondered who might / be calling out to me / Although the voice was one I knew at once! / It was the voice of a sacred power / It was the sound of souls in harmony / It was the essence of our humanity / The quality we must never lose.
When in a single move Destiny / unleashes its terrible game / And sweeps you away to some far / distant land / When our exile stretches ever further / Will the last bonds of our community / be torn apart
Then don't lament / Even though the fire torments your / heart / For there is one sure support / a voice that we call friendship.
Shavuot May 21, 1942/ Forever my best wishes are with you. Meir Levin