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Chapters (79)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
  4. CONTENT WARNING
  5. 1936
  6. LEO
  7. ELSA
  8. MAX
  9. LEO
  10. ELSA
  11. MAX
  12. 1937
  13. ELSA
  14. MAX
  15. LEO
  16. EARLY 1938
  17. ELSA
  18. MAX
  19. LEO
  20. MAX
  21. LEO
  22. MAX
  23. LATE 1938
  24. ELSA
  25. MAX
  26. LEO
  27. ELSA
  28. MAX
  29. LEO
  30. 1939
  31. ELSA
  32. LEO
  33. MAX
  34. LEO
  35. ELSA
  36. LEO
  37. ELSA
  38. LEO
  39. ELSA
  40. LEO
  41. 1940
  42. MAX
  43. ELSA
  44. LEO
  45. 1941
  46. ELSA
  47. LEO
  48. ELSA
  49. MAX
  50. ELSA
  51. 1942
  52. MAX
  53. LEO
  54. ELSA
  55. 1943
  56. LEO
  57. MAX
  58. ELSA
  59. MAX
  60. ELSA
  61. 1944
  62. LEO
  63. ELSA
  64. MAX
  65. ELSA
  66. MAX
  67. ELSA
  68. MAX
  69. ELSA
  70. MAX
  71. LEO
  72. PAPA
  73. 1945
  74. LEO
  75. 2021
  76. LEO
  77. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  78. A list of resources and further reading
  79. About the Author

‘Has something happened to your parents or Otto?’ Leo asks.

‘It’s nothing like that,’ I reply.

They walk back over, concern on their faces. Leo sits down beside me again while Max stays standing in front of us. ‘What is it, then?’ he asks.

‘We’re leaving,’ I say simply.

‘But we’ve only just got here,’ Leo says. ‘We don’t have to go yet. Surely you’ve got time to come and see the frogs before we have to—’

‘Leaving Vienna,’ I say, cutting him off.

Leo’s mouth falls open.

‘Careful, you’ll catch flies,’ I say, trying to keep my voice light.

Max folds his arms. ‘Where are you going?’ he asks. ‘Are you going on holiday? How long will you be gone?’

‘We’re going to Czechoslovakia,’ I say. ‘To live.’

‘To live?’ the boys blurt out in one voice.

I nod. I don’t trust myself to speak. As I look down at my lap, a tear falls on to my dress. I swipe the back of my hand across my eyes. I don’t want them to see that I’m crying.

Leo takes my hand in his. ‘For good?’ he asks.

I nod again.

‘You’re leaving Vienna for ever?’ Max asks. His voice is husky. ‘But why?’

A funny feeling snakes through my insides before I reply. I don’t want to say the words that Mutti and Vati told me. They sound silly. But I don’t have any others to offer. I look up at Max. ‘My parents say it’s not safe here any more.’

Max looks around at the park. ‘Not safe how?’ He points at our bicycles. ‘Has anyone stolen our bicycles?’ He waves an arm at the lanes behind us. ‘Is anyone acting suspiciously? How can it not be safe? What do your parents mean?’ He sounds cross.

Leo isn’t saying anything. He’s stopped holding my hand and his presence beside me seems to have hardened in some way.

‘Not safe for us,’ I reply in a quiet voice.

‘Us?’ Max echoes.

I shake my head. ‘Not you,’ I say. Then I point at Leo and back at myself. ‘Us.’

Max’s forehead is creased as he frowns at me. ‘I don’t understand.’

I hold his dark eyes. A feeling of embarrassment washes over me as I reply.

‘Because we’re Jewish.’

MAX

Max burst out laughing.

Now he understood what was going on. They always did this to each other. The game was that you had to keep a straight face long enough to convince the other two of what you were saying. As soon as you knew they both believed you, you revealed the joke and won points for tricking them.