Back When the World Was Ours
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

Mr Schmidt had made sure everyone had plenty to eat and drink and even organized for extra blankets and coats when the pipes burst and the heating broke down completely.

That was Mr Schmidt all over: kind; generous; thoughtful.

‘I wonder what this is about,’ Leo said to Max as the boys shuffled into the hall with the rest of their class. Since Max’s father had banned him from spending time with Leo, school was the only place they got to see each other. Max still hadn’t told Leo the whole story. He’d just said his father had become more protective in recent months and didn’t like him going out to play so much. Leo had never questioned him. Max assumed Leo had taken him at his word.

Since Elsa had left, things didn’t feel the same anyway. Even if the boys could meet in the park, they’d only be conscious of the gap where Elsa should have been. And her empty seat between them at school had hurt Max’s heart every time he saw it till the teachers finally removed it and shuffled the desks around.

But at least they could still see each other at school. Max’s father couldn’t stop them doing that.

‘No idea,’ Max replied now. ‘Hopefully something good!’

‘It’s bound to be if it’s Mr Schmidt that’s called us in,’ Leo said, pointing to the headmaster at the front of the hall.

‘True.’

They had all gathered in the hall now and the teachers were looking around, putting their fingers on their lips and saying, ‘Shush!’

A couple of boys who were still talking got separated by the teachers. Max closed his mouth tightly and didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to run the risk of being moved away from Leo.

Finally, the hall was silent. Mr Schmidt craned his neck to look around, as if he were searching for something in particular. A couple of times, he did a quick nod of his head. Then he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and quickly scanned it before clearing his throat. And then, in his big, booming headmaster’s voice, he went straight to the point.

‘If you hear your name, please stand.’

Max glanced at Leo. Leo raised his eyebrows in a questioning way. It wasn’t like Mr Schmidt to be so abrupt.

‘Heinz Bergman.’

Everyone looked around to see who was being asked to stand. A young kid a few rows behind Max and Leo stood up.

‘Samuel Adler.’

Sam Adler was in their year! Leo and Max exchanged another look. What was going on? Leo shrugged and then both boys turned back to Mr Schmidt as Sam Adler stood up.

‘Melanie Kronberger.’

One of the older girls stood up.