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When things go terribly wrong and Hanne is sent to Terezin, Steffen finds his heart fully engaged. He undertakes protests and rescues that are more and more dangerous, never imagining where it will lead him, or the ultimate cost of his decision to get directly involved.
I live in a crazy time. - Anne Frank
Hanne Abrahamsen awoke with a start in the middle of a bad dream, something about being in nursing school once again and a man who looked like Adolf Hitler (but with the face of a codfish) announcing at her graduation that she was a Jew, and didn't everyone already know that? The graduation had stopped, and she remembered wanting desperately to escape but not being able to move.
Hanne had never thought much about dreams, or cared. Until now.
Somewhere outside her window she heard what had awakened her: a line of cars and trucks roaring through the narrow streets of København, on their way to the devil's business. And even louder at this time of the morning, when the only ones awake were the skrallemænd, emptying garbage.
She shivered and pulled up the covers to her chin, but couldn't put away the feeling that something was not right. It was not the first time she'd heard German vehicles at odd hours, so maybe it was just the dream. Still, she slipped out of bed to check the window that faced Tuborgvej. Of all the nurses' apartments on the Bispebjerg Hospital campus, hers commanded the best, and sometimes the noisiest, view of the city. She shivered at the September predawn chill, reaching the window in time to peek through the heavy blackout shade and see a pair of brake lights fl ash as a vehicle careened around the corner.
"Well, they're in a hurry, aren't they?" she mumbled, pushing at the upper pane of her window to keep out the draft.
A Dane? Not likely. No dansker would dare make so much noise at this time of the morning-especially not after all the troubles and tension they'd seen here in København over the past several months. After the strikes and all the troubles this past summer, no one wanted to make themselves a target.
No, she'd heard German vehicles-and then another truck screeching around the corner confirmed what she'd feared. This one carried armed soldiers in back, holding on for dear life. This could only mean that the Germans had stepped up their campaigns against the Danish Underground-and that they were flexing their muscle in an early morning raid somewhere in the city.
Hanne drew back as the little cuckoo on the wall of her kitchen sounded four ... five ... six times.
"Too early, my cuckoo friend," she told the clock with a sigh. "Though I suppose I needed to get up for the morning shift, anyway."
But she stood there, shivering in her nightgown and bare feet, unable to move and unable to forget her dream-or the nightmare outside her window.
Wildflowers Of Terezin
On The Streets of København Friday Morning, 17 September 1943
Wolfschmidt frowned and checked his watch once more as he squeezed the backdoor handle. Was he the only one in this operation who cared about being punctual? It would take a Gestapo man's attention to detail to make this work.
His young driver from the schutzpolizei, the German Security Police, mumbled a weak apology and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as they squealed past the famous Round Tower, then careened around the corner and approached the Jewish synagogue on Krystalgade.
Ahead and to the right, he could make out the large, blond-bricked building, rather square and squat despite a row of stained-glass windows running the length of the second floor level and a stepped roof even higher to the rear. Wolfschmidt thought it rather base looking and nowhere near as grand as a proper German cathedral, though that did not surprise him. A place of worship, indeed!
"Do you see it?" Wolfschmidt sat on the edge of his seat and pointed to a clear spot on the curb, directly in front of a gate in the street-level fence. "Stop there."
"Yes, Herr Sturmbannführer," replied the driver, using Wolfschmidt's proper Gestapo title. At least he could do that correctly. But now Wolfschmidt grabbed the young man's shoulder to get his attention and to go over their instructions yet one more time. Despite the utter routine of their action this morning, Wolfschmidt couldn't help feeling his heart pounding in his ears. He was made for this work.
"Listen carefully, Anwärter," he told the young recruit. "You will accompany me into the building. I will be two steps behind you. If any doors are locked you will break them down. If anyone tries to stop you or question you, step aside and I will deal with it. Keep your weapon holstered but loaded and ready."
"I understand." The driver shut off the car's ignition and waited. The good news was that if they needed to, Wolfschmidt was confident this large young man had the required beef to make his way through any door they needed, locked or otherwise. Much more so than Wolfschmidt himself, who was slight of build and might break his shoulder if he attempted such heroics.
"Good. We will locate this librarian and escort him back to the car, so he will assist us in our task."
Again the driver nodded. How hard could this be? But by now they were almost five minutes off schedule, and Wolfschmidt could feel his anxiety rising as he pushed open his door and stepped out into the cool September air. No more delays. No more foolishness.
"All right, then," hissed Wolfschmidt. "Let's be about our business."
He straightened his high-peaked gray hat where it perched on his precisely short-cropped blond hair, then checked to be sure his matching gray trousers still held a crease after his short ride. Why was it so hard to find anyone in København who knew how to properly clean and press his uniform? Soon that would change, however, once this war was won and a more full measure of the Reich's efficiency found its way to this city.
Or they could simply flatten it and start over. In his opinion that might prove to be the more efficient solution. Frankly, he didn't care either way.
"After you." Wolfschmidt waved for the young man to lead the way through the gate.
Happily it swung open with hardly a complaint, though he had to say that didn't surprise him, either. These Danes had no sense of how to secure their buildings. They would be content, he imagined, to remain fat and protected by Germany, enjoying their cheese and beer and sending the best of their own produce to help keep the German army well-fed. In this way they could at least be useful, even if too many of them did not appreciate the advantage such an arrangement posed to their wealth and security. What did the Danes know of that?
Three steps up from the outer gate, the building's large oak outer door swung open just as easily. This was going to be too simple. Checking his own pistol, Wolfschmidt stepped in behind the driver as they entered a high-ceilinged foyer. It smelled of ancient, institutional dust in the way of most such buildings, which gave him even more reason to despise the place. He stepped on the driver's heel to hurry him along.
Beyond the red-carpeted foyer a set of double doors with small glass windows opened into the synagogue's main auditorium, an expansive room with lofty ceilings and a horseshoe-shaped balcony level all around the back.
This could make a fine movie theater, he thought, and made a mental note of it.
But right now he focused on the task at hand, which would lead the way for a more sensible use of the building. Up in front, a cluster of twenty or thirty men had gathered for their Friday morning prayer service, dressed in the peculiar head garb that left no doubt of their religion.
Wolfschmidt had not come to pray. Despite his revulsion at being found in such a place, he straightened his back and coolly strode to where a robed, bearded man stood before the group. This would be the rabbi. And by this time they had stopped their prayer, or whatever Jewish thing they were doing, and all stared wide-eyed at the remarkable impertinence of Wolfschmidt and his assistant.
"Pardon me, sir," began the rabbi, visibly shaken as he should be, "but-"
"Josef Fischer will accompany us immediately." Wolfschmidt interrupted the rabbi. He naturally had no time for nonsense or small talk, even if he had been so inclined. To emphasize his commands he made a point of moving a hand to his holster, making certain they all noticed. They would understand his meaning, if not his German.
He needn't have worried. A pink-faced little man in the front row stepped out after an uncomfortable silence, gently pushing aside the hand of a friend who halfheartedly tried to hold him back.
"Ich bin Fischer," said the man, who adjusted a pair of round spectacles and stepped up to face them. He ignored the whispered warnings of his nearby friends, which Wolfschmidt counted for blind stupidity. So this was the man they'd gone to all this trouble to apprehend?
He might have respected a little more defiance, just for sport, even though this man stood a full foot shorter than himself. But never mind. They would all face the same fate, sooner rather than later. This Josef Fischer could appear brave as much as he wanted to, for all the sturmbannführer cared.
He signaled with a nod so that his assistant grabbed Fischer by the back of the collar and guided him roughly back up the aisle toward the exit. The man's tasseled prayer shawl fell at Wolfschmidt's feet, but when the Jew bent to pick it up Wolfschmidt couldn't resist holding it to the floor with the toe of his boot.
"Keep walking!" ordered Wolfschmidt.
"Wait!" objected the rabbi. "What has he done? You can't just come in here like this, disrupt our prayer meeting, and abduct our people!"
Wolfschmidt would have gladly taken on this man, here and now, had it not been for his specific orders and the even more specific task at hand. But with a deliberate motion he picked up the shawl and quite deliberately tore it in two. The ripping sound pleased him, even more as he watched the expressions on the men's faces turn from fright to horror.
Without another word of explanation he turned on his heel to follow his assistant and their charge out to the waiting car.
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Fifteen minutes later Sturmbannführer Wolfschmidt stood with arms crossed in the middle of the Jewish Community Center offices on Ny Kongensgade, New King's Street. Surely it didn't need to take this long to find a simple file of addresses?
And this librarian-Fischer-worse than useless. They could have easily broken down the front door, and never mind the keys which the little man now held in his trembling hands as he watched five uniformed schutzpolizei taking apart his office, file by useless file.
"It's not in this one, either," reported one of the polizei, tossing another file drawer into the middle of the room. Still the librarian trembled.
"You're wasting our time!" cried Wolfschmidt. "Or would you rather we simply torch this place and be done with it? We're going to find it, whether we destroy your office or not."
Fischer looked to be in pain as he closed his eyes and mouthed ... what, a prayer? Little good it did him now, because a moment later one of the schutzpolizei let out a cry as he pried open a locked metal file cabinet with a crowbar.
"I think I found something!" said the young man. Fischer winced but said nothing as they poured out the contents of the drawer, and then another-hundreds upon hundreds of cards, each one neatly printed with a name and address. Wolfschmidt smiled and stepped over to pick one up.
"Davidsen, Noah." He smiled as he fingered the card. "You don't imagine this could be a Jewish name, by chance?"
By this time the schutzpolizei had dumped the contents of several drawers on the floor. Which was all very well, but now they would just have to gather them all up and cart them away.
"In a box," he said with a wave. "All of them."
All of them, yes. The name and address of every Jew in this little country-and that would constitute close to seven thousand names. Perhaps that didn't amount to much, compared to populations in other countries they had liberated. But it was enough to make their job much easier when the time came.
And that, he knew, would be very soon.
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Posted May 31, 2010
I have to admit that I was hesitant to open the newest entry from multi-published Robert Elmer. Not because of the author, who has several adult novels and a non-fiction under his belt, and has already proven his ability to write.
My concern was the time and place Wildflowers of Terezin. The suffering of WWII can be too graphic. But I was intrigued by the setting, Denmark. My ignorance never ceases to amaze me and here I found another aspect of it. I found knew nothing of the Danish people during WWII and Danish Jews.
The story of Steffen and other characters revealed an epoch in the broad canvas of that terrible war.
Word of caution, the beginning was a little dull, mostly Steffen. He couldn't seem to comprehend the evil loose in the world. I wanted to slap him. "Wake up. Don't you understand the danger?" Many people didn't understand until it was upon them. I found the character believable. But once he did see the terror approaching he acted, putting himself in danger. It was fascinating to confirm the historical facts of the bravery of the Danes in helping to save thousands of their citizens.
A good read, I recommend it.
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Posted March 13, 2012
WWII books, concentration-camp books, and love stories are all rather predictable by now, but this one was unusual. Because it didn't follow the "usual" formulas, I enjoyed reading it, even though I generally dislike love stories and Christian books. This one was obviously "Christian" but wasn't preachy or off-putting, as most are (in my experience). The love-story aspect wasn't off-putting, either; so many are, because they seem to emphasize the self-centeredness of the characters. This one, in contrast, showed that people in love can become less self-centered and more open to their world than they were before. The "world" of the characters kept expanding, often in unexpected directions. I wish more books were like this.
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Posted August 9, 2010
Robert Elmer did it again. When I began reading this book I found myself in a story world so real I had to continually remind myself it was fiction. Some would say that is because the story is based on true historical events. And, while there is truth in the statement, only Robert Elmer could make the line between history and fiction eschew this way.
Hanne Abrahamsen is a nurse in Denmark during the fall of 1943. When the Gestapo begins deporting Jews to concentration camps, her chance meeting with Lutheran pastor Steffen Petersen opens a doorway to freedom. Steffen is drawn into the resistance and as he risks his own life to help Hanne and her family, his faith is challenged and strengthened. Can love bloom in the darkness as wildflowers grow in concentration camps?
Readers will be drawn into the story, the history, and wish with all their hearts they could change the way things happened. I highly recommend this book!
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Posted March 25, 2012
Interesting to read about the Jewish Danes,learned alot. You never know what is going to move you to do things for others. A little predictable, but enjoyed reading.
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Posted July 24, 2012
We as a part of the human race have no right to enslave or torture any other part of the human race because of their color,creed or religion. This was an excellently written book and it hefd my interest from beginning to end.
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Posted June 19, 2012
I found this book to be a excellent work of historical fiction. I learned many things about WWII in Denmark that I never knew. I was please to discover that there were many Danes who attempted to help Jews escape the Nazi's attempt to round them up from Denmark. The characters are well developed and the book is realistic without being offensive.
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Posted January 8, 2013
A story of the German occupation of Denmark, and the round-up of the Danish Jews, who were shipped to the prison camp at Terezin, Czechoslavakia. A book that tears your heart out, but one of faith and love.
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A very good war time love story between two people caught in the throws of WWII. People of different faiths working together for the same cause while discovering they are in love.
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Posted December 1, 2012
I read this all the way through and I really wanted to like it. At points, I even kinda did like it. But mostly, the author's writing style just plodded along without any real purpose or energy. So really, the pastor guy only had to meet Hanne a handful of times to fall madly in love with her and decide to actively resist the Nazis? Please. I wanted this to be so much more than it was. In short, I'm glad it was Nook freebie when I got it.
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I really enjoyed this fictionalized account of the Nazi occupation of Denmark. Robert Elmer held tru to the historical context and built a great story of a pastor and a jewish nurse helping Jews escape Denmark before they are shipped to the camps.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 4, 2012
This was a good read and a little hold your breath as you read. I am a novice when it comes to this time period so i cannot verify accuracy but the book does give opportunity for the reader to think & ponder what would we have done if we were any of the characters.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Robert Elmer has earned my respect as a writer. I have read many fiction and non-fiction books on the hell faced by Jews, Poles, and an abundance of unprovoked martyrs while the evil raked Europe. This book opened up another territory of this to me; all the while providing the subsequent affection I am sure occurred more than we can imagine. A little bit of a Romeo/Juliet twist brought about warmth in the face of terror. Thank you Robert Elmer, look forward to reading more of you as well.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.