Born in Holland
in March 1938, during the week of the German invasion and occupation
of Austria know as the Anschluss, Yehudi Lindeman was four years old
when he went into hiding.
It was the beginning of an itinerant existence that would take
me to at least fifteen different locations, none of them stable or permanent.
I stayed at several other farms, both poor and prosperous, at a dentists
house, a flower shop, a butter factory, the list goes on and on, and
I dont even remember all of them. The only sense of stability
I felt was when yet another stranger, some young man or woman, (a courier
working for the resistance, no doubt), would take me once again to a
new place of hiding, usually on the back of a bicycle. I recall feeling
very safe during those many nocturnal rides, sitting close to the person
in front of me, the sound of the bicycles tires steady and reassuring
in the night. I think they gave me the only sense of faith that I ever
had during those years.
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