Easy is the Descent


Copenhagen, 1936

"Do you think the wind blows in Hell?" My brother asked me once.

I shrugged. I was only thirteen. I didn't bother myself with these questions. The wind blew harshly, blowing my then long hair towards Henrik, my brother, and tickled him. "I suppose it does."

"It must." Henrik nodded, convincing himself. "Hell is an exaggeration of life."

"How do you know what Hell is like?" I asked him. My brother was not a particularly religious person. I don't know why he was so concerned with the subject.

Henrik glanced at me sharply. "Hush. One can guess what it's like. If life is terrible and you are a terrible person then you should be forced to relive it over and over."

"You won't go to Hell, silly," I insisted, leaning my head against his shoulder. "If you're in Hell you can't take care of me."

Henrik was quiet.

I shifted. This hard parch bench wasn't very comfortable and it was cold. "Henrik, can we go home?"

My brother nodded, taking my hand silently and leading me home.

Nearing our building, I saw a group of people unpacking a truck.

"New neighbors," Henrik said softly. "Father met them last week. Good people, apparently."

I stared curiously, my manners not as mature as my body yet. They all had dark hair, the father a beard, and the mother's long and curly. There was a girl with long dark braids who looked to be about my age and a boy about Henrik's age with tousled dark curls. He looked up, noticing my stares. He tips his hat in my direction and offers me a big grin.

I smile back at him shyly before Henrik tugs me into the building.

In 1936, my family moved to Copenhagen from Stockholm, Sweden. An uncle of mine lived here and helped us find an apartment.

Needless to say, my family stuck out. We were the only Jewish family on the block and we had dark coloring while everyone else we knew were blond and light.

"David, come here and help me with this box," My mother asked me, struggling to pick up a box with all her good china.

"I'll get that, Mother," I said, taking the box from her and beginning to carry it inside.

Father had come to meet my uncle last week and to visit the apartment. He'd reported that the neighborhood was nice, the city was beautiful and our neighbors were as nice as can be.

Pulling another box from the truck, I turned to see two of our neighbors walking into the building. The little girl, maybe about my sister's age, was staring with curiosity and the son, maybe a little older than I, looked to be in a hurry.

I smiled to the girl and tipped my hat, in turn receiving a small smile from her as her brother pulls her inside.

Little did I know that this girl would one day save my life.

Yeah, this is the beginning of my little story. The chapters will certainly be longer than this, but I felt it needed a prologue and my prologues are usually quite short.

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