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Hear the Voice of the Poet

I was born

When my mother was pregnant

In the beginning

Fair and dark

I didn’t learn to speak

What I Saw

Father Josef

I made hand signs

Old Marthe

In 1939

Action T4

T4 was run by doctors

Eugenics

Patients in institutions

Euthanasia

My parents were aware

A Knock on the Door

The Story of Anny Wodl

Father said

Father Josef said my father was noble

I packed

I awoke in a barn

Soon, a lady appeared in the doorway

Stephanie Holderlin

I put on Stephanie’s lipstick

Another Knock on the Door

Two days later

We drove two hours

They said

Dr. Bouhler

I was the only young girl at the shelter

Poor Kurt

The death certificates were fake

I was at the shelter for five months

We decided to walk

A car driven by SS

Germany’s churches continued

We saw a light in the woods

Seven people

I shared my shawl and cloths

Time passed

I couldn’t stay in that place

I walked up a hill

Poor Kurt’s knees

I was scolded

Father Josef and Father Michael

1941

But the killings didn’t stop

When the American GIs

But now I could go home

Poor Kurt had nowhere to go

My family was reunited

I had tucked my teddy bear

Poor Kurt’s Surprise

Poor Kurt’s Story

Old Marthe was willing

I had romantic ideas about Walthar

My family seemed to approve

In 1943, the spring thawed

Christmas Eve, 1943

I held on to Mother

I never saw

The End

In 1947

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