Time to flee.

I REMEMBER BY UTE CARSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 97

January 1945, bone-chilling, 4-1/2 years-old.

Events flit through my memory

like a film on fast-forward:

Russian tanks on the move, villages on fire,

bridges detonated, near panic, time to flee.

What to pack? What to leave behind?

Long waits on icy platforms, hungry and cold,

I’m lifted onto a crowded tra…