The Kindertransport whistle blew. Another train, this time led by Jules, was ready to leave the Berlin station. The parents waved goodbye from behind the fence.
Jules noticed that each Kindertransport departure seemed to be getting more chaotic and the people more desperate.
Jules, the ex-German soldier turned refugee organization worker, boarded another train filled with children. “Say your last goodbyes, children. We are about to leave.”
The parents waved and cried outside the train windows, still separated by the fence. The sound of their weeping was unmistakable, like the primal sounds of animals in agony. The anguish ebbed and flowed in volume, the pain palpable. The grief of voluntarily giving their children life, while dooming themselves to certain despair, was more than any of the parents could handle.
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