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My name is Inge. I am sixteen.
I live with Mama and Papa in Munich. Food is still rationed, though the war ended over ten years ago.
My boyfriend is Jewish. I have to hide this from my parents.
Sometimes I think they are hiding something from me, too. Letters arrive every year on my birthday, but they are not addressed to me.
They are for a girl named Kasia.
This is her story.
My name is Inge. I am sixteen.
I live with Mama and Papa in Munich. Food is still rationed, though the war ended over ten years ago.
My boyfriend is Jewish. I have to hide this from my parents.
Sometimes I think they are hiding something from me, too. Letters arrive every year on my birthday, but they are not addressed to me.
They are for a girl named Kasia.
This is her story.