The fortuitous nature of life cannot be better exemplified than through this fascinating account of one young woman's experiences and travels in Switzerland and Europe during the tumultuous times around World War II.hands, we had to fold our arms behind our backs and sit up straight. ... Furthermore, she warned that if things really got out of hand, she might take a pupil to the basement and lock him up in the Karzer, a dark ... Once we were ready to copy the letters FrAculi had written on the blackboard, the scratching and scraping of styluses on slate tablets ... The primer Papa had used to teach me to read had been in German, and so had the verses I had learned by heart out of the Knopp books.
|Title||:||WITH ROOTS IN THE ALPS|
|Publisher||:||AuthorHouse - 2014-06-09|