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The bent woman still clung to hope. She called over her shoulder as she half
walked, half ran. Rudy!
Hans Hubermann thought of another Rudy then. The Himmel Street variety.
Please, he asked into a sky he couldnt see, let Rudy be safe. His thoughts
naturally progressed to Liesel and Rosa and the Steiners, and Max.
When they made it to the rest of the men, he dropped down and lay on his back.
How was it down there? someone asked.
Papas lungs were full of sky.
A few hours later, when hed washed and eaten and thrown up, he attempted to
write a detailed letter home. His hands were uncontrollable, forcing him to make
it short. If he could bring himself, the remainder would be told verbally, when
and if he made it home.
To my dear Rosa and Liesel, he began.
It took many minutes to write those six words down.
