The Happy Days Short Story

My story I am going to do it without hatred or resentment but rather with love for the family of Aunt Esther and uncle Samuel that in 1944 received us and since then they loved us as their children and I do so with gratitude to all those people who with their love and courage and generosity helped us to escape from the Nazis

Possibly my memory cannot recall each and every one of the situations we live but I will do the effort to awaken the "hidden child" who live within it, and thus little by little, call out all those happy, sad, and painful memories, filled with fear and anguish of that time .The biggest fear I had was being unable to fulfill the promise made to my mother to protect Leah and Jacob and never separate from them and against all the odds reach Geneva The Happy Days

It was the summer of 1939 I was 9 years old and we lived in Paris .That summer came my aunt Ester, my mother older

. My cousins of Geneva were a little older than me, and of course for them I was the perfect play companion and victim of his jokes ((unkind by the way) which always lay on me, because my brother Jacob was only 6 years and it was not the right person for their games, Mom protected him a lot , nor could they play with my cousin Moses who already thought to be a man because he was 15 years old and not liked the children, jokes " he said." and much less with my younger sister who was a 2 years old baby.

We spent wonderful days, lunch and visits to the zoo in the Bois de Vincennes, followed by gatherings full of anecdotes and stories of the family, which I loved hearing, all gathered in the living room of our apartment on Rue Francs Bourgeois. Some of those evenings my grandmother Nanou, played at the piano traditional Russian songs.

My aunt Esther and her family stayed in our apartment and Jacob, I and I along with my cousins, we were sent to the (maids)