Strangers in War Help Escape Route to Elbe
Fleeing on foot from Russian forces occupying Berlin in 1945, American Barbarah Straede and her landlord, Heinz Cramer, scramble to reach the Elbe River and American Forces. Their desperate 100 mile journey includes a rowboat, canoe, bicycles, and lots of help from strangers.
NORTH OF BRANDENBURG
That night, the cloister on the hilltop did not offer much shelter. The roof had fallen in, and the doors and windows were only ragged blanks in the walls.Skip to next paragraph
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Nearby, smoke rose from the stovepipe of one of two shacks where the Dutchmen stayed. A young man dressed in a sweater and shabby flannel trousers came to the door when I knocked.
I explained who we were and asked permission to make tea, which he granted after a look over the shoulder at the others behind him. He even told us gruffly to come in and drink in their warm room.
I knew enough Dutch to follow their conversation. In mixed German and Dutch they explained that Holland had been occupied by a civilian Nazi government in 1940, and Dutchmen became a ready source of manpower.
Thousands of men were deported to Germany to work on farms and in factories as slave labor, all needed to keep the German armies supplied and the country fed. Like the forced Russian and Polish laborers, they were treated abominably.
''We didn't like the German people, shouting on the job and losing their tempers,'' they said. ''When we began living outside camp, we found them pretty contemptible; they supported the Nazi government that made the food scarce and brought air raids.
''But you know they don't deserve what's come to them now with the Russians.'' (There was a nodding of heads all around the table.)
''We said: 'Now we can go home to Holland.' We tried to go home. But the Russians say no, you cannot go, first you must go east, first you must go to Russia. We will send you home in ships from Odessa. So we came up here, and here we stay until the Americans come; if they do not come, we will go by night to the Elbe to get away from the Russians.''
Later Heinz and I were looking for a place to bed down when one of the Dutchmen said, ''There's no one in the other shack. Sleep there.''
Exhausted, we spread out our bedding on the far-from-clean floor. Just as we were settling down, two of the Dutchmen rapped sharply on the door.
''What is it?'' we asked.
''Do you know what day tomorrow is?'' they asked.
''No. We've lost count of the days.''
''Well, come out and look, '' they said.
With every muscle protesting, we rose again and went outside. All five of the Dutchmen were gathered on the hilltop looking over the broad valleys. Lights had sprung up on every side, innocent-looking lights that spread rapidly and mightily.
''The villages,'' one of the Dutchmen said grimly. ''The Russians have set them on fire. Tomorrow is the first of May. They're celebrating the great Russian Labor Day.''
Next morning we sat and made a breakfast of bread, butter, and corned beef. After eight days, my feet were bandaged because of all the blisters. To pull on my boots was a painful struggle, but after a half an hour of walking, I could manage bearing my full weight again.
We walked down the hill and headed west. We circled the first village, entering a railroad station, now completely wrecked: instruments smashed, papers strewn everywhere.
It seemed to us that it was Russian policy to destroy just about anything. We could explain it by Ivan's startling inexperience with technical equipment. He seemed curious as a child. Otherwise, explain the moujik (peasant) who had dismounted a faucet in the kitchen to send home, saying he thought it a marvelous idea to stick such a gadget into a wall and water would come out of it.
Toward midday, we passed fortifications being worked on by German civilians. Heinz said, ''I think we had better not use the word 'Amerikansky' any more, nor say we are looking for the Americans. I have a feeling we have seen too much of what the Russians might rather keep quiet. They might not let us through because you are American. The less said the better.''