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No more bicycles: with the tram No more trams: on roller skates until they break On clogs until raids close everything No more electricity No more candles No more stolen oil No more charcoal No more trees No more books only the clothes on one's back No more bread: grinding wheat in the coffee grinder No more wheat: cooking rye grains No more rye: begging tours No more winter coats: worn coats made of blankets curtains on the beds A cold house, hunger and fear, and time that stands still at hope
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
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No more bicycles: with the tram No more trams: on roller skates until they break On clogs until raids close everything No more electricity No more candles No more stolen oil No more charcoal No more trees No more books only the clothes on one's back No more bread: grinding wheat in the coffee grinder No more wheat: cooking rye grains No more rye: begging tours No more winter coats: worn coats made of blankets curtains on the beds A cold house, hunger and fear, and time that stands still at hope
'Hongerwinter': the Dutch famine of 1944-1945 Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Oorlogsherinneringen' (Memories of war) Collection "Trench Walking"
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
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