A Matter Of Trust
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Notes: This story contains violence including murder in the form of genocide.
If for some reason you shouldn't read this including, but not limited to
emotional, legal or age restrictions, don't read this story. I had great
emotional difficulty writing this story, but I had to get this monkey off my
back. You may have the same emotional problem reading this story. If you
do, stop and either continue later or don't finish it. What I just said is
NOT a challenge. The Babi Yar massacre, the main event in this story,
occurred on September 29, 1941. That is the reason for the post date. The
First Lady throwing the memorial wreath into the ravine actually happened. I
don't remember if it was Hillary Clinton or Barbara Bush. If I'm wrong with
the First Lady, Hillary fits this story because she was born after Babi Yar.
Kukla means doll in Russian.
Kukla
By shalimar
"Bill, hold me. I have never needed you more than now. I don't care what
happens when we get back home. I need you now. You can even have that Mona
or Monique or what ever that bimbo's name is when we get back to the States.
I won't care. Right now I need you to hold me."
Bill put his arms around me and held me tenderly. It was something that I
have not felt from him in years, and I missed it. But right now I needed him
very badly, and I appreciated his tenderness, now. I also needed to talk.
"I was here before," I told him. "Back in '41. I was a young boy then:
"Why?" I asked mama a few days ago. "Why do we have to leave the city?"
"Because the Germans ordered it," mama told me. "Their order said that any
Jew left in the city would be shot."
"I don't like it," I said. "I have this bad feeling. Let's leave before.
Go to the country and hide out there."
"We'll be fine."
"But it will be two days before Yom Kippur!" I pointed out.
"We'll fast someplace else," she told me trying to reassure me.
"But why us?"
"The notice said it is for our safety," she said.
"Then why isn't the rest of the city going?" I asked.
"I don't know," mama said wringing her hands.
"It is not right, mama," I continued.
"I don't know," she said, hiding tears from me. "I don't know."
"If papa were here I KNOW he would listen to me!"
"IVAN!"
I knew I had upset my mother. Normally, she doesn't deserve this from me,
but I had this ominous feeling that something was wrong with the German
orders. I missed my father, but he was trying to fight this Hun invasion.
Papa, with his unit, had pulled back near the city of Stalingrad. They would
try to defend the Fatherland there. I wish I was old enough to fight also.
I would rather have Uncle Joe than these monsters.
It was still early morning when mama got me out of bed. We had to get to the
train station by 8:00 AM. It was near the cemetery. My father's family had
used this cemetery for generations. I got dressed in my white shirt, black
pants, cap and shoes. I washed my hands and face. I then said the prayers
that my father insisted I say each morning before we had breakfast. Papa
said it was a protest of that bastard, Stalin. Little Tasha came down after
mama had dressed her. She was falling asleep holding her doll to her chest.
My sister was all of five at the time. In her gray dress she looked like she
was dressed for school. She should be going to school with me this morning
instead of us relocating.
"I see you have Kukla," I told Natasha. "Is she coming too?"
Tasha could only nod he sleepy head as she clutched her favorite doll.
"We ate breakfast in silence. We were leaving what had been our home for
over 100 years. I saw tears in mama's eyes as she looked around the house.
My Uncle Shyer had made sure that we kept the house after the revolution. It
helped that he was the head of the party in this part of Kiev. It helped
until the Germans came. Now we were becoming non-citizens. This is part of
why I had this ominous feeling.
When we arrived at the train station there was confusion everywhere. Friends
were saying goodbye to friends. People were moving passed the temporary
curtain that separated the station from the adjoining street. German
soldiers were stationed every two meters. We were told by a soldiers to go
through an opening in the curtain. When we went through the curtain we were
told to put our luggage on the side and that our luggage would be coming to
us at our new location. I was worried. How would the luggage get to us?
Where was the train? People kept on coming in, but the station didn't fill
up. Something is horribly wrong. One solder on the inside of the curtain
noticed Kukla. He told us that the doll had to stay with our other supplies.
I pretended to put down the doll on our luggage, but instead hid it under my
shirt. Tasha saw it and tried to take it from me, but I stopped her before
she made a commotion.
"Shush," I whispered to Tasha. "I'll give it to you in a few minutes when
it's safe for Kukla."
"Promise, Ivan?" she innocently asked.
"I promise," I told her as I tweaked her nose.
"Stop that," she pouted.
It was then that I was able to see what was happening. Some solders were
marching a group of people towards the East along the read that lead out of
Kiev. At the beginning of the line was Rabbi Meyer. The soldiers were
pulling him by the hair of his chin. Once he stumbled and fell. A solder
kicked him. The other solders laughed at the rabbi's plight. Another solder
roughly picked him up and pushed him. Then they shaved his beard and cut his
sidelocks. They acted as if HE was a common criminal. Why? What did he do
to deserve this fate? The Germans were acting like bullies. I was getting
angrier by the second, but what could a ten-year-old boy do against an army
out for blood? When I realized the "out for blood" idea I got that
foreboding feeling again.
Ahead of one of the next group of people was Uncle Shyer. The proud party
leader was being dragged by solders in a truck with a rope around his neck
and his hands tied behind his back. I prayed that he would not fall, as he
had to run to keep the rope from hanging him.
Then we were put on a line by solders who marched us out of town towards the
East. A cold wind was coming from Russia. Even my fur lined leather jacket,
a gift from Uncle Shyer, was useless in the early morning wind. We marched
for a few kilometers until we got just outside of Kiev where we entered a
forested area. As we entered the forest I heard gunfire, MACHINEGUN FIRE.
The others people in my group appeared to be just as frightened as me. The
machinegun fire made Tasha cry. I picked her up and let her look around.
She clutched Kukla to her chest and put her thumb in her mouth as she leaned
her sleepy head on my shoulder. Our group stopped near a ravine I had played
in with friends less than a month before. The locals call it Babi Yar.
After a few minutes we walked for a hundred meters more. I had a plan to
save my sister. Better she lives than none of us.
I whispered in her ear, "I am going to put you down. Then I am going to make
a commotion. Look at me. When the solders are all looking at me I will give
you this signal. When you see it run in the forest and hide. Pretend you
are playing 'hide and seek,' but don't let the solders capture you. Take
Kukla with you. When it is safe, get away from this place and find someone
to take care of you. Whatever you do, stay away from the solders."
"Come with me, Ivan," Tasha pleaded.
"I can't," I replied. "If I do, you won't be able to escape. Run away from
the people here and the gunfire. And don't go back to Kiev. Never forget
what happened here today. When you can, tell what you saw today. You'll
know when. Promise me that, Natasha."
"Promise, Ivan," Tasha said.
"When you don't need Kukla any more, return her to me. You'll know what I
mean."
"When?" she asked.
"When you're older. I love you."
She gave me a hug. I needed that from her then.
"Be a good girl, and make it," I told her. Please G_d, let her make it.
I put her down and told her to go to the other side of the line. I then
stepped out of the line and stopped on my side.
"We're going to get killed!" I shouted and looked around.
"Shut up, you stupid child! Get in Line!" the solder nearest me demanded.
I looked around. All the solders were looking at me. I gave my sister the
signal and she ran into the woods.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I said so," the solder said getting angry.
I saw Tasha was well hidden.
I said to the solder, "What are you going to do? Kill me? You don't have
the guts."
He hit my cheek with the but of his rifle. I lost a tooth. I picked up the
tooth and smiled at the soldier as I got back in line. If he only knew why I
thought I had won. Tasha had made it into the woods undetected. I got back
in line as we continued towards the machinegun fire. I was getting nervous,
but the thought of my sister's escape gave me courage. I knew I had to
devise a plan to save me. I just had no idea what I could do.
While I was thinking, the Germans told us to stop. There was another group
just ahead of us getting undressed. In this weather? Then as I expected,
the solders told us to strip. I would be doing this in front of girls. Some
of the girls were crying. They were as embarrassed and afraid as I was.
But, what could I do? I did not have super powers. I was not Superman,
Frankenstein or der Golem. Even "Uncle Joe" was trying to defend the
Fatherland back in Moscow. Maybe those lazy Americans would get into this
war, but it would be too late for me. If I attacked the German solders, I
would be dead in seconds. I had to do something else.
After we got undressed, the Germans made us walk along a ridge in the ravine.
When we walked about 100 meters I saw bodies below our ridge. There were
hundreds of bodies. Across the ravine I notice the solders were reloading
the machinegun. I knew when they were finished loading they would be
shooting us. I thought that maybe if I jumped into the pit before the bullets
came near I would survive. I was never so scared in my life.
I heard the machinegun fire begin while I saw the bodies fall ahead of me. I
jumped. As I was falling I felt a bullet explode in my brain just above my
right eye. I lost consciousness.
"I awoke as a newborn baby in my new mother's arms. I looked at that angel
and smiled, at least as well as anyone that small could smile. I didn't
remember any of what I told you, Bill, until I spoke to that survivor through
the translator. She spoke to me just after I threw that memorial wreath into
the ravine."
"Her name is Mrs. Nahama Goldman, formally Natasha Pressman. As she told me
how her brother saved her by having her run into the forest near here the
memories came back to me. She told me that she wandered through the forest
avoiding the solders until about midnight. Under the moonlight of a quarter
moon she went across a farm field until she found the houses of a collective
farm. She knocked on one of the doors. The old couple who opened the door
the door for her saw a tired, hungry, dirty little girl clutching her doll
and telling them an incredible story of people getting killed. At the time
they thought it was just a little girl's nightmare. The old couple couldn't
believe that the Germans could be that savage. They told her they would non
the less protect her until she found her family. Fortunately the old man was
the head of the collective farm. He continued to lead the collective farm
under the Germans because of his age. This old couple, at the risk of their
lives, told everyone at the farm Natasha was their granddaughter who was
staying with them while there was fighting in the East. The granddaughter
story satisfied the German authorities."
"After the Red Army passed the farm in December, 1943 Natasha tried to find
her parents and brother. She was told her father disappeared with his unit
outside Stalengrad during the battle for the city. The authorities presumed
he was dead. Continued searches for her mother and brother turned up
nothing. Uncle Shyer was her mother's brother. Natasha couldn't even start
to find him because she didn't know her mother's maiden name."
"As she promised her brother, she bore witness against the solders that did
the killing and survived the war. She always held her doll close to her on
the witness stand as if the doll could protect her. Natasha was an effective
witness because she was between ten and twelve at those trials. At one
trial, she was able to point out the solder who knocked out Ivan's tooth.
She saw him hang. She wasn't satisfied, just relieved as if a burden was
removed from her."
After the war, Natasha escaped to the West and ended in a displaced people
camp. From there she went to Israel where she fought in the War of
Independence. A few years later she met Meyer Goldman. The had four
children and twelve grandchildren. She came back with her tattered doll to
Babi Yar to fulfill the promise to her brother. She was going to throw that
doll into the ravine until she saw me. Instead, she handed me the doll and
said to me, 'I kept my promise, Ivan.' Then Nahama hugged me and kissed me
as tears rolled down my cheeks."
I buried my head in Bill's chest as he put his arms around me. I clutched
Kukla and cried as the limousine drove us back to the U. S. embassy.
In memory of the 'other' 5,000,000.
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