She was a student. She was a journalist-to be. Very serious, very into what she was doing. She studied hard in the mid 1930's. She spendt endless hours in the university library, until one day she was not allowed to come anymore, and on her coat was a big yellow star.
She went underground. Stopped studying and started working. There was a lot to be done in the darkness of Germany in the early forties. Just once in a while could you see her, hiding in the shadows in a street, drinking the fresh air of Nurnberg at night.
But the World War was long. And the Reaper picked many flowers. But even if the flower dies, the seeds are carried with the wind and grows again elsewhere. She doesn't remember. But if you look hard enough, you can still catch a glimpse of Nurnberg in her eyes.
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