Judith Kerr - When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit

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Partly autobiographical, this is first of the internationally acclaimed trilogy by Judith Kerr telling the unforgettable story of a Jewish family fleeing from Germany at the start of the Second World WarSuppose your country began to change. Suppose that without your noticing, it became dangerous for some people to live in Germany any longer. Suppose you found, to your complete surprise, that your own father was one of those people.That is what happened to Anna in 1933. She was nine years old when it began, too busy with her schoolwork and toboganning to take much notice of political posters, but out of them glared the face of Adolf Hitler, the man who would soon change the whole of Europe – starting with her own small life.Anna suddenly found things moving too fast for her to understand. One day, her father was unaccountably missing. Then she herself and her brother Max were being rushed by their mother, in alarming secrecy, away from everything they knew – home and schoolmates and well-loved toys – right out of Germany…

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Gunther was the hardest person to leave. Max brought him back to lunch after they had walked back from school together for the last time, though there were only sandwiches because Heimpi had not had time to cook. Afterwards they played hide-and-seek rather half-heartedly among the packing cases. It was not much fun because Max and Gunther were so gloomy and Anna had a struggle to keep down her own excitement. She was fond of Gunther and sorry to leave him. But all she could think was, ‘This time tomorrow we’ll be on the train … this time on Sunday we’ll be in Switzerland … this time on Monday …?’

At last Gunther went home. Heimpi had sorted out a lot of clothes for his mum in the course of her packing and Max went with him to help him carry them. When he came back he seemed more cheerful. He had dreaded saying goodbye to Gunther more than anything. Now at least it was over.

Next morning Anna and Max were ready long before it was time to leave. Heimpi checked that their nails were clean, that they both had handkerchiefs – two for Anna because she had a bit of a cold – and that their socks were held up properly by elastic bands.

‘Goodness knows what state you’ll get into by yourselves,’ she grumbled.

‘But you’ll be with us again in a fortnight,’ said Anna.

‘There’s a lot of dirt can settle on a neck in a fortnight,’ said Heimpi darkly.

Then there was nothing more to do until the taxi came.

‘Let’s go right through the house for the last time,’ said Max.

They started at the top and worked down. Most of it no longer looked like itself. All the smaller things had been packed: some of the rugs had been rolled up and there were newspaper and packing cases everywhere. They ticked off the rooms as they went through them, shouting ‘Goodbye, Papa’s bedroom … goodbye, landing … goodbye, stairs …!’

‘Don’t get too excited,’ said Mama as they passed her.

‘Goodbye, hall … goodbye, drawing room …!’

They were getting through too quickly, so Max shouted, ‘Goodbye, piano … goodbye, sofa …!’ and Anna took it up with, ‘Goodbye, curtains … goodbye, dining table … goodbye, hatch …!’

Just as she shouted, ‘Goodbye, hatch’, its two small doors opened and Heimpi’s head appeared looking through from the pantry. Suddenly something contracted in Anna’s stomach. This was just what Heimpi had often done to amuse her when she was small. They had played a game called ‘peeping through the hatch’ and Anna had loved it. How could she suddenly be going away? In spite of herself her eyes filled with tears and she cried, idiotically, ‘Oh Heimpi, I don’t want to leave you and the hatch!’

‘Well I can’t pack it in my suitcase,’ said Heimpi, coming into the dining room.

‘You’re sure you’ll come to Switzerland?’

‘I don’t know what else I’d do,’ said Heimpi. ‘Your mama has given me my ticket and I’ve got it in my purse.’

‘Heimpi,’ said Max, ‘if you suddenly found you had a lot of room in your suitcase – only if, mind you – do you think you could bring the games compendium?’

‘If … if … if …’ said Heimpi. ‘If my grandmother had wheels she’d be a bus and we could all go for a ride in her.’ That was what she always said.

Then the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of the taxi and there was no more time. Anna hugged Heimpi. Mama said, ‘Don’t forget the men are coming for the piano on Monday’, and then she too hugged Heimpi. Max could not find his gloves but had them in his pocket all the time. Bertha wept, and the man who looked after the garden suddenly appeared and wished them all a pleasant journey.

Just as the taxi was about to drive off a small figure rushed up with something in his hand. It was Gunther. He thrust a parcel at Max through the window and said something about his mum which they could not understand because the taxi had started. Max shouted goodbye and Gunther waved. Then the taxi went up the street. Anna could still see the house, and Heimpi and Gunther waving … She could still see a bit of the house … At the top of the street they passed the Kentner children on their way to school. They were talking to each other and did not look up … She could still see a tiny bit of the house through the trees … Then the taxi went round the corner and it all disappeared.

It was strange travelling on the train with Mama and without Heimpi. Anna was a little worried in case she felt sick. She had been train-sick a lot when she was small and even now that she had more or less outgrown it Heimpi always brought a paper bag just in case. Did Mama have a paper bag?

The train was crowded and Anna and Max were glad that they had window seats. They both looked out at the grey landscape tearing past until it began to rain. Then they watched the raindrops arrive with a splash and slowly trickle down the glass pane, but it became boring after a while. What now? Anna looked at Mama out of the corner of her eye. Heimpi usually had a few apples or some sweets about her.

Mama was leaning back in her seat. The corners of her mouth were pulled down and she was staring at the bald head of the man opposite without seeing him at all. On her lap was her big handbag with the picture of a camel on it which she had brought back from some journey with Papa. She was holding it very tight – Anna supposed because the tickets and passports were in it. She was clutching it so hard that one of her fingers was digging right in the camel’s face.

‘Mama,’ said Anna, ‘you’re squashing the camel.’

‘What?’ said Mama. Then she realised what Anna meant and loosened her hold on the bag. The camel’s face reappeared, to Anna’s relief, looking just as foolish and hopeful as usual.

‘Are you bored?’ asked Mama. ‘We’ll be travelling right through Germany, which you have never done. I hope the rain stops soon so that you can see it all.’

Then she told them about the orchards in Southern Germany – miles and miles of them. ‘If only we were making this journey a little later in the year,’ she said, ‘you’d be able to see them all in blossom.’

‘Perhaps just a few of them might be out already,’ said Anna.

But Mama thought it was too early and the bald man agreed. Then they said how beautiful it was, and Anna wished she could see it.

‘If the blossom isn’t out this time,’ she said, ‘can we see it another time?’

Mama did not answer at once. Then she said, ‘I hope so.’

The rain did not let up and they spent a lot of time playing guessing games at which Mama turned out to be very good. Though they could not see much of the country they could hear the change in people’s voices every time the train stopped. Some were almost incomprehensible and Max hit on the idea of asking unnecessary questions like, ‘Is this Leipzig?’ or ‘What time is it?’ just for the pleasure of hearing the strangely accented replies.

They had lunch in the dining car. It was very grand, with a menu to choose from, and Anna had frankfurters and potato salad which was her favourite dish. She did not feel train-sick at all.

Later in the afternoon she and Max walked through the train from end to end and then stood in the corridor. The rain was heavier than ever and dusk came very early. Even if the orchards had been in blossom they would not have been able to see them. For a while they amused themselves by watching the fleeing darkness through their reflections on the glass. Then Anna’s head began to ache and her nose began to run as though to keep pace with the rain outside. She snuggled back into her seat and wished they would get to Stuttgart.

‘Why don’t you look at Gunther’s book?’ said Mama.

There had been two presents in Gunther’s parcel. One, from Gunther to Max, was a puzzle – a little transparent box with a picture of an open-mouthed monster drawn on the bottom. You had to get three tiny balls into the monster’s mouth. It was very difficult to do on a train.

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