I have very pleasant recollections of the DP Camps; but then, I was just a kid.
I remember unscrewing the taps to the portable potable water tank that was outside of the building my folks and I shared with what seemed a hundred others. I enjoyed watching the water spill out of the canvas bag onto the ground; I'd make little rivers and lakes for the water to flow over the dirt and gravel. It took me some time to figure out why everyone was running toward me, cussing, shouting, and screaming. What did I know then? Not very much; I was just a kid.
My family, what was left of it, and I were in a camp in the American Zone; near Achaffenburg, in Bavaria.
Do you have pleasant memories of that time?
8th March 2001, 07:56
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