dreaming.... from Lucca Ginsburg on 2004-01-09 (The Czernowitz-L Archive)

From: Lucca Ginsburg <lucca99_at_netvision.net.il>
Date: Fri, 09 Jan 2004 15:52:24 +0200
To: czernowitz czernowitz <Czernowitz-L_at_cornell.edu>
Reply-To: lucca99_at_netvision.net.il

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Did you ever have a dream which was so vivid that when
you wake up reality has receded?
A few nights ago I dreamt again of the ghetto in
Czernowitz. Those dreams come from time to time and concentrate on a single or
maybe two scenes from that time.
That dream brought me back to the age of 11, when I
found myself surrounded in our own home by countless people I had never seen
before. The Czernowitz jews were then chased out of their homes and had to enter
a restricted area, a ghetto. Our house was the last within that restricted area,
and my parents had opened our home to many strangers. There were about 40 people
staying in our 3-room apartment. It was terribly crowded, people slept on
blankets on the floor, the bathroom was always occupied and two primusses (have
you ever seen those primitive cooking utensils?) stood on my shining black
concert piano. People had to cook in order to eat. Rumors started to go around
that we will soon be deported to Transnistria.

Silvia, the beautiful blonde daughter of our
neighbors, has had a boyfriend for the last 3 years and she
cried:
"If we go, I want to go with him! We want to get
married now!!"

Silvia's father went down to look for a Rabbi. He soon
brought an old bearded man who asked: Where is the couple?
I have only half an hour's time, I have a brith milah
at 10 o'clock!

"Just let me put on a dress, begged Silvia who wore a
housecoat!'
-"No, no, insisted the Rabbi, it's got to be now, this
minute! I've got to run!! You people set up a huppah, let 4 of you hold up a
blanket!"

So Silvia got married in her housecoat. Nevertheless
she glowed. A bride glows, no matter what she wears!

But few stories have happy endings. I heard much later
that this couple divorced, she remarried and moved with her new husband to
Canada.
I wonder if she is still
alive...

Memories intrude into our dreams...and we are not
always happy about them!
Lucca
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