Und Dennoch Blieb der Himmel Blau
Object numberM1995/001:002
TitleUnd Dennoch Blieb der Himmel Blau
Creator Cecile Huk (author)
Description"In spite of it all the sky remained blue" is the title of a one page typed manuscript by Cecile Huk. Part one is titled "The Lavatory Bucket and the Rose Tree". She writes about the war in France, "... this strange war which will have to end in such a tragic way." She writes about moving from prison to prison. "What’s it matter where the prison was? They are all the same, those prisons depriving you of your freedom!"
She writes poetically about the loss of freedom: "Quite clearly however I can come face to face again with moments after my sentencing. Again I can hear the slamming of heavy doors, rattling of keys, grating against heavy moving locks. And painfully I become aware that they have deprived me of my freedom."
She writes poetically about the loss of freedom: "Quite clearly however I can come face to face again with moments after my sentencing. Again I can hear the slamming of heavy doors, rattling of keys, grating against heavy moving locks. And painfully I become aware that they have deprived me of my freedom."
Production date 1960
Subjectfreedom
Object namemanuscripts
Materialpaper
Language
- German “Inspite of it all The Sky Remained Blue.”
From: Cecile Huk.
1. Part 1.
The Lavatory Bucket and the Rose Tree
Somewhere in France war broke out, this strange war which will have to end in such a tragic way. Somewhere in France the prisons were located, which I want to talk about. At that time my companions were moving around unobserved, whilst the remainder joined in with the goose stepping.
I was never sentenced to any punishment which could only terminate with the liberation of the occupied countries so I was moved from prison to prison. What’s it matter where the prison was? They are all the same, those prisons depriving you of your freedom !
My arrest is shrouded in deep mystery. I can hardly remember the interrogation and the exact location. This worries me, I am accustomed to clarity. But what I cannot erase from my memory is the deep pain which could have nearly deprived me of all my senses.
Quite clearly however I can come face to face again with moments after my sentencing. Again I can hear the slamming of heavy doors, rattling of keys, grating against heavy moving locks. And painfully I become aware that they have deprived me of my freedom.
Heroic acts have been performed in pursuit of freedom, in its cause may be found the beginning of philosophy, the launching of wars and the creation of the atom bomb. Both the poor and the rich enjoy it. But only those who have heard the slamming of doors and grating of keys in locks will know the real meaning of those words. In my case, hidden away, night turning into day, freedom to me means simple free existence out in nature, the last rays of sunshine still radiating warmth, the fresh water surrounding me.
Credit lineSydney Jewish Museum Collection, Donated by Mr. Harry Silberman