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Nol Escher - ‘He’s been gone for days’
‘I can hear my father rooting around in the cupboard in the bedroom. He appears with a suitcase and says: “It’s better if I leave before tonight. It’s possible that they will come to pick us up tonight.” To my own surprise I burst out in tears. “Hush now.” My father says with a smile. “They’re only rumours, but we’re not taking any chances. The chance is 1 in a 1000.” He goes downstairs and leaves.
I wake in the middle of the night to the stamping of boots on the stairs. The door is thrown open and three policemen with pistols appear. One looks under my bed, another rushes to the window and looks in the gutter. Torches shine in my room. They’re panting, but don’t say anything about the map of the Russian Front that I have on the wall. They rush downstairs and I hear them talking to my mother. The only thing I hear her say is: “I don’t know. He’s been gone for days to Friesland or Drenthe, to get food.”
Source: Extract from Nol Escher, Trompetten in de verte: een novelle, written by Emilie Escher, daughter of the author Nol Escher.
Nol Escher
Nol Escher is eight years old when war breaks out. Because the coastal region is evacuated he moves from Bentveld, a village in the dunes near Zandvoort to Amsterdam. Christmas 1942 the Escher family move into a house where Jews had previously lived on the Noorder Amstellaan number 190. In June 1945 they move back to Bentveld.
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