It is not an easy trying to document another person’s life, I struggle with attempting to capture someone’s spirit. Whether it is the complexities of wartime politics bogging me down, the overwhelming evil humans are capable of inflicting, or quite simply me missing the forrest for the trees. But for whatever reason I missed the similarities between Anica and Aloitz’s stories. I missed how many times their paths crossed and then how one train ride would keep them apart for seven long years.
In this discovery has come a natural beginning to their story. Aloitz and Anica left their respective homes less than 40 kilometres away from each other on the very same day - May 4th 1945. Their paths crossed in Ljubljana on the first day of their journey but from there their stories take different, twisted fates. It would take Anica a grueling eight days to make it out of Slovenia and Aloitz would not see the border for another three years!
And so May 4th 1945 is where the story starts.
I have written about Anica’s first few hours of departure in my previous blog post “The Knock”.
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