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Clara's War: One Girl's Story of Survival

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by Clara Kramer, Stephen Glantz

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This heart-stopping story of a young girl hiding from the Nazis is based on Clara Kramer's diary from her years surviving in an underground bunker with seventeen other people.

Clara Kramer was a typical Polish Jewish teenager from a small town at the outbreak of the Second World War. When the Germans invaded, Clara's family was taken


This heart-stopping story of a young girl hiding from the Nazis is based on Clara Kramer's diary from her years surviving in an underground bunker with seventeen other people.

Clara Kramer was a typical Polish Jewish teenager from a small town at the outbreak of the Second World War. When the Germans invaded, Clara's family was taken in by the Becks, a Volksdeutsch (ethnically German) family from their town. Mr. Beck was known to be an alcoholic, a womanizer, and a vocal anti-Semite. His wife had worked as Clara's family's housekeeper. But on hearing that Jewish families were being led into the woods and shot, Beck sheltered the Kramers and two other Jewish families.

In all, eighteen people lived in a bunker dug out of the Becks' basement. Fifteen-year-old Clara kept a diary during the twenty terrifying months she was in hiding, writing down details of their unpredictable life, from the house's catching fire to Beck's affair with Clara's neighbor; the nightly SS drinking sessions in the room above to the small pleasure of a shared Christmas carp.Against all odds, Clara lived to tell her story, and her diary is now part of the permanent collection of the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C.

Editorial Reviews

John Clare
“Utterly compelling. At times, the tension is as high as in any thriller designed to stop your heart.”
Daily Telegraph (London)
“A superlative memoir of survival. . . . Few wartime memoirs convey with such harrowing immediacy the evil of the Nazi genocide. . . . Her book is a model documentary.”
Publishers Weekly

Polish-born Kramer, president of the Holocaust Resource Foundation at Kean University, was a teenager when her family and others hid from the Nazis in a secret bunker, rescued by a former housekeeper and her husband, a reputed drunken anti-Semite who turned out to be an avenging angel. Kramer's extensive recollections range from a liaison that threatened the household and daily squabbles in the tomblike underground quarters where food was scarce to their fear of discovery by the Nazis and the shock and desperation of learning about relatives and friends who had been killed. Her sister was sold out by a neighbor boy for a few liters of vodka. This vividly detailed and taut narrative is a fitting tribute to the bravery of victims and righteous gentiles alike. 8 pages of b&w photos. (Apr. 21)

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Library Journal

Based on her wartime diary, which she kept while hiding in a basement in Poland, Kramer's book vividly recalls the tensions within her hidden community after the Nazis overtook the town of Zolkiew in 1942. Of particular interest are revelations about the family who hid the Kramers, particularly how an anti-Semitic Polish householder demonstrated great courage in shielding Jews in his basement. Kramer, in her eighties, now lives in New Jersey.
—Frederic Krome

Kirkus Reviews
Besieged Jews are saved by the most unlikely of heroes in Kramer's Holocaust memoir. The author was 12 in 1939, when the Hitler-Stalin Pact divided up Poland and the Soviets marched into her hometown of Zolkiew, near Lvov. Her loving, comfortable family was soon broken up by the brutal NKVD, which arrested her grandfather and all other former Polish officers. He probably died in the chaos following the Nazi invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, which ended the pact and brought even more terrible times to Zolkiew. Abetted by native Poles and Ukrainians, the Wehrmacht, the SS and the Gestapo rousted the town's Jews from their homes, deported and murdered them. Her desperate father and two neighbors built a crawl space under one of their houses, but then all Jews were ordered to relocate to the ghetto, which they knew meant certain death. Astonishingly, a man named Beck, a Pole who was an ethnic German-as well as a vocal anti-Semite, an adulterer and a drunk-agreed to help them. He requested the home with the crawl space (the Nazis allotted fellow Aryans the property of displaced Jews), spread a rumor that they had fled and hid the beset, disoriented families beneath the floor of the little house. Cramped and crowded, the grimy bunker was just four-feet high until someone dug a hole in which to stand erect. Among the rules-no talking, no complaining. In their burrow, they could hear boots, gunfire, shouted orders and last cries. They heard the trainmen and German soldiers billeted in the rooms above them. Throughout all this, Beck, often with a bottle in his hand, was constant and kind, providing food and protection for a year and a half. Kramer's sister did not survive. Neither did 99 outof every 100 Jews in Zolkiew. But this surprisingly honorable, truly righteous man saved Kramer and 17 others. The number 18, it should be noted, signifies "life" in the Jewish tradition. Lucidly told with deeply etched personality sketches, thanks to the author's use of her teenage diary, now in the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. New York regional author appearances. Agent: Susanna Lea/Susanna Lea Associates

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From Chapter 14: We Are Just Starting to Suffer (23 April to May 1944)

The soldiers [SS who had requisitioned a room in the Becks’ house] would be sleeping right above the bunker where Lola, Gedalo, Kuba, Artek and the Steckels slept. Unlike the trainmen, whose names I hadn’t discovered in the two months they’d been with us, within minutes I learned that the soldiers were Norbert, Dieter, Richard and Hans. With six Germans living above us, water, food, the pails would all be impossible. If the soldiers were here, the trainmen would be gone, and vice versa. It was like one of those theatrical farces where characters run in and out of doors, barely missing each other in a ridiculous chase, except the comedy going on above our head had lethal consequences.

As soon as Norbert’s duffel landed on the floor, he fiddled with the radio until he’d found a station that played popular music and light opera. He started singing right away and suddenly reverberating through the floorboards was a clear and vibrant tenor. Most people when they sang to themselves, especially when others were around, were at least a little inhibited, even if they adored their own voices. But Norbert was singing to the audience in the balcony. He knew, it seemed, every song on the radio. My life couldn’t have felt any stranger to me at that moment. I didn’t know who Norbert was, what he looked like, where he came from, or whether he would turn out to be one of those Germans who’d regale the Becks with his proficiency in killing Jews. All I knew of him was that he had a voice that people would have paid money to hear and I had been moved by musicin a way that had not happened since Mania sang at her concert three springs ago. I didn’t want to love his voice…. How dare a German have such a beautiful voice when his finger was on the trigger of a gun and there was a Jew in his sights.

Mama was so upset by the arrival of so many soldiers upstairs, she fainted. Yet neither I nor Papa dared move to help her because we were afraid of being heard, despite the noise upstairs. Life in the bunker had trained me to resist almost every natural impulse I had, so I watched the rise and fall of her chest as if she were in a pleasant sleep, and hoped she would come out of her faint without making any noise at all.

The second after all of them had gone out, Beck came down and said that God was sending an army to watch over us and keep suspicion far from our door. I didn’t know how much longer I could believe in Beck’s luck. I tried to see in the dim light if he believed his own words or was just encouraging us. But I couldn’t see his eyes, and then there was a knock on the door, and Beck ran back up. The groaning trapdoor closing was covered by the sound of Beck’s feet rushing to get the door. The hotel was full. I didn’t see how they could fit anyone else. But it wasn’t another guest. It was a Nazi policeman.

He was telling Beck to come with him to the chief of police. Immediately. Beck hadn’t been ordered to the police station for months and months and this policeman was a stranger. Beck went away whistling, but we didn’t believe it. One onerous reason after another swept through the bunker. He had been reported for hiding Jews; for dealing with the partisans; for selling English pounds on the black market; for stealing vodka, and any of the other treasonable sins. Otherwise we would have heard laughter, gossip, an easy-going greeting and the reason Beck had been called. I prayed for Beck the way I prayed for Uchka, for Mania, for Zygush and Zosia. I prayed for him in the way I prayed for my dearest loved ones.

Waiting for Beck and our fate in darkness would have been too frightening to bear. Since the initial bombing of Lvov last week, we never knew if we’d have electricity or not. I didn’t know if Beck would come back unharmed, or the police would break down the door and kill us. Ever since Beck had been taken away, we had all been so on edge that I feared we were going insane. Mr Patrontasch was calculating seconds, minutes, hours and days in his book again. Gedalo was writing madly, but wouldn’t show it to anyone. Lola had her hand to her mouth, suppressing her laughter. The more everyone looked at her, begging with their eyes for her to stop, the harder it was. She turned her face to the wall until she calmed down. It had to be hysteria because there nothing funny going on this morning. The Steckels fingered the cyanide capsules around their necks as they always did when we were threatened. Zosia grabbed a pillow and put it over her own face and started to cry silently. And there was Mama in the dirt. At least we had light this morning.

When we were alone in the house again, I asked Lola to tell us why she had been laughing so hard.

‘I was looking around the bunker and saw that everybody’s hair had turned white or grey and so I didn’t feel so bad about my hair.’

. . .

Beck must have run into the soldiers because he came back into the house with them. He was whistling ‘All’s Well…’ At least we knew Beck was all right and we were not dead yet. I knew we’d have to wait until the soldiers and the trainmen next went out before we found out the reason Beck was called by the police chief.

When he was finally able to come down, he told us that they wanted him to stand guard at the train station in addition to his regular job. He was still a trusted Volksdeutscher, and a vital part of the local German war machine. He was given a new gun, and he said he would give one of his guns to us as soon as he had the chance. I didn’t know if there was a man in our bunker who had actually fired a weapon. But Beck was relieved and so were we. He also told us that the soldiers promised him they wouldn’t be a bother to the Becks because they would be spending most of their time at their jobs, which were preparing the German motor pool for retreat. As soon as I had heard what they’d be doing, I knew they’d be here until the bitter end. The arrival of these soldiers caused so many changes for us that I felt despite all the suffering of the past 17 months, in so many new ways our suffering had just begun.


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John Clare
“Utterly compelling. At times, the tension is as high as in any thriller designed to stop your heart.”

Meet the Author

Clara (Schwarz) Kramer and her family were among the approximately five thousand Jews in Zolkiew, Poland, before World War II. At the end of the war, she and her parents numbered among the approximately sixty who survived. Kramer has served as president of the Holocaust Resource Foundation at Kean University for the past two decades. She lives in New Jersey.

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Clara's War 4.2 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 28 reviews.
Cougar_H More than 1 year ago
"Joy to the world, the Yids are dead. Hung by their necks, shot through their heads. Joy to the world, the earth is red with their blood..It started to trickle now it's a flood." This is a song the Germans sang at the house of the Becks. Let me ask you, would you sacrifice 2 years of your life, almost lose every thing, and go against everything you're taught or save yourself? The Becks did and Julia, Ala, and Valentine who was an anti-Semite, a drinker, and a loyal Volksdeutscher became heroes in this book. Picture this; you are a loyal German that has made the decision of harboring 18 illegal Jews under your house which is a death penalty offense. You have the SS, Trainmen, Blue Coats, and Nazi's living just centimeters above and you have to be able to feed and dispose of waste all the time. You are running out of money for food and people are becoming suspicious of you. Tough right, the Becks went through this each day. The 18 people stayed in the bunker until literally their skin started to fall off. They spent nearly two years in a hole dug out beneath someone's house and no one died in the bunker. The SS actually saw one of them but could not find them. Like in all holocaust books Clara faced succumbing to death because of not wanting to continue struggle. After the liberation only 50 people, 18 saved by the Becks, survived out of 5,000 and only Clara and her family survived with both parents. So after you read this reflect and ask yourself, in their place would you do the same? All in all, Cara's War is an informative book and a triumph of human spirit and sacrifice.
doggiemom More than 1 year ago
A profoundly moving story. The tenacious way in which Clara and her peers clung to life in the most horrible circumstances is a lesson for us all. You read a story like this and you are reminded again of what is essential. I would also recommend ALL BUT MY LIFE also available from Barnes and Noble.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am fortunate enough to know clara's son and he gave me this book autographed by mrs kramer..her story is a remarkable journey thru one of the most horrific times in human history..... it is well written and brings her struggle to life...thank you for sharing this with the world.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a great memoir from WWII that documents very realistically the struggle of surviving in hiding during the nazi occupation. Clara's war is a compelling story and accurately reflects much of the emotions and trials that were emitted by Jewish people, Nazis, and others affected by the war. Very good book.
Robin Larson More than 1 year ago
I love this book--Clara was a person at a young age to be so strength during the war--
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is truly remarkable how people survived in an impossible situation. The determination and committment is truly inspiring.
Anonymous 5 months ago
A young lady writes (in a diary) what years later evoles into a powerful, compelling account of about 2 years of her and 17 others day in & day out along with the unlikeliest of savior's; with unusual honesty about his faults and his compassion for these Jews Compassion hidden inside what
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very informative. To read a day to day account gives you more knowledge of the everyday terror these people went through, never knowing when or how it would end. From these families experiences, i was horrified how any human being could treat another like this. Mr Beck and his family are true heroes for helping these families, and the families should be very proud of themselves for being strong enough to make it through all these extremely tough times.
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