Among my clutter, has been a letter written to me from my Aunt Inger about my mother. Today, oddly, April 9th, the anniversary of the German Occupation of Denmark, it surfaced. The second paragraph, and not very far into the letter she writes:

” Then came the war in 1940-the 9th of April. I was nine and Kirsten was 10-and we were scared. We had our elder sister, Else, who at the time was almost 14. We had a little brother, Jens Ove, he was 3 years younger than me – he was sick most of the time and very often in the hospital. He died at 3 years old in our summer house at the north sea in 1937. We were very much affected by such a grusom event, our parents were crying, which we never imagined to be possible – and then came the Germans – everybody were crying, which we never imagined to be possible…”