Blooms of Darkness by Jeffrey M. Green, Aharon Appelfeld Page B

even in these dark hours. That’s how I am. You know me, and apparently I’ll stay like that .
I love you very much,
Mama
    Hugo reads the letter again and again, and the two sheets of paper tremble in his hands. He loves his mother’s clear handwriting. Her world shines from every line: openness, clarity, cordiality, and a willingness to give. She believed that if a person gave, he would also receive, and if he didn’t receive, giving was its own reward and joy. More than once reality had slapped her in the face. Even then she hadn’t said that there is no way toreform people. Instead, she put her head down and absorbed the insult.
    Now Hugo envisions the way she would tilt her head to listen. He sees how her arms would go limp when she was unable to help, and the joy she radiated when the medicine she had given was helpful.
    He reads the two sheets again. The more he reads, the more he knows that his mother’s situation is worse than his. She bears a heavy knapsack on her back, struggles against harsh winds, and every time she falls to the ground, she calls out, Hugo, don’t despair. I’m on my way to you. I’m sure that soon the winds will weaken, the war will end, and I will overcome the obstacles strewn in my path. Don’t despair, promise me . Her face glows as it did on their way to Mariana’s house.
    Later, Hugo takes the notebook out of his knapsack and writes:
Mama dear, the letter that you wrote to me only reached me today. I’ll carry out your request with great precision. Compared to you, my situation is better. I’m living in a closet in Mariana’s room. Mariana watches over me and takes care of my meals. Most of the day I think and imagine things. For that reason I didn’t yet start reading and writing, as I promised you. Everything that surrounds me is so intense, and sometimes shocking, that it’s hard for me to open a book and follow the plot. Sometimes it seems to me that I am living in a fairy tale. I expect that in the end things will be good .
Mariana’s mother died, and she went to her village, but don’t worry, the cook Victoria brings me my meals and tells me what’s happening on the outside. Your letter brought me many visions of light and much hope .
Take care of yourself,
Hugo
    He places the notebook in the knapsack, and the tears that were locked in his eyes roll down his face.
    Once again Victoria brings him horrible news. That night they caught more Jewish families. They were taken together with the people who hid them to the town square, where they were all lined up and executed, so that everyone would see and hear and not be tempted to hide Jews.
    “What should I do?” Hugo asks cautiously.
    “We’ll see.” Her answer comes quickly.
    Saying nothing more, Victoria closes the door, and Hugo takes the notebook out of the knapsack and writes:
Dear Mama ,
I don’t want to hide the truth from you. For more than a week, soldiers have been going from house to house and making searches. Mariana is mourning for her mother in the village, and I have been placed in the hands of the cook, Victoria. Before, she was sure that they wouldn’t search here. Now fear has fallen upon her. I’m not afraid. I’m not saying that to calm you down. The months in hiding have blunted my feeling of fear. I live our life at home every day. The house, the pharmacy, and mainly you and Papa are with me from morning to night. When I’m cold or my sleep wanders, I see you with great clarity. Recently I saw our ski vacations in the mountains once again, and the feeling of soaring came back to me. Mama, the loneliness doesn’t hurt me because you taught me how to be by myself. I won’t conceal from you that from time to time a feeling of uncertainty attacks me, or despair, but those are passing moments. You equipped me with much belief in life. I’m so glad that you and Papa are my parents that sometimes I want to break down the door of the hiding place and run away to you .
I love you,