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Paula Bakker – Days in May
I was ten when the war started. I thought it was very strange. I didn’t think war existed anymore I thought it was something from the Middle Ages even though I’d heard of the 1914-18 war. I didn’t really believe that it really existed. But it had started.
There was a lot of talk about us getting help from the Americans and the French but it didn’t happen.
My mother said – my stepfather’s opinion didn’t count - “You go to the P.C. Hooftstraat.” It was possible that the post office could be bombed. My mother had a friend called Yvonne. Yvonne’s friend who was called Stas, and his father had a lovely toy shop in the P.C. Hooftstraat. They thought that I’d be safe there. It’s only a stone’s throw away from the Singel, but in those days the distances seemed further.
A bomb did fall on the corner of the Blauwburgwal en de Herengracht, and that was close. Just imagine, if they’d dropped the bomb one second earlier then it would have fallen on me in the P.C. Hooftstraat! My mother was on her way back from the market and everything was cordoned off. She thought: “Oh my God! Our house has been bombed!” The maid was alone in the house on the Singel and was just beating her duster out. It was as if she had been paralyzed. A good friend of mine who lived on the Blauwburgwal died in the explosion. She was playing outside and was thrown against a tree. Dead. She was my age. Another girl from my school had lost a leg.
Paula Bakker
Paula Bakker is 10 years old when war breaks out. Her unmarried mother runs a boarding house on the Singel with Paula’s stepfather. 10 people live in the house: people who rent rooms and those who are boarding house guests. Most of them are unmarried or divorced and with some of them she has a lot of contact with others none. Paula experiences the occupation in many different ways.
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