If you read yesterday’s post, please read Kate’s comment: she has translated the writing and commentated on the circumstances so much better than I could. For some reason I thought Levy was a man: it is much more poignant to discover she was a girl, probably young, unmarried.
These are the books I found the card in. I was first attracted to them by their size and the patterns on their covers. They are all inscribed U. Levy, Apirl, 1936. One contains a newspaper clipping and a slip advertising books or a bookshop.
There were other similar books in the shop when I bought these, but I felt I couldn’t justify buying more – after all, I can’t even read them. I left one with a newspaper clipping inside it, very short, about why the dream of a home in Palestine could be reality.
I wish I knew how these precious books came to Scotland. There is such a distance in time, space and experience between this little village in 2012 and the streets of Berlin in 1936. As Kate says, the books and the postcard survived a raging storm. I only hope Uschi Levy and Ursel Lindemann found safe harbours and a place to call home.