Memoirs of Solace
Prologue
30 January, 1939.
"...if the international Jewish financiers in and outside Europe should succeed in plunging the nations once more into a world war, then the result will not be the Bolshevizing of the earth, and thus the victory of Jewry, but the annihilation of the Jewish race in Europe!"
To a young Russian girl and her sister, this meant only one thing: life was going to continue going downhill, for them, for everyone, that wasn't German. Ties between Germany and Russia at that time were tolerable, but the "surhumans" as some Nazi's like to call themselves, didn't care for any minority; they were all the same in their eyes, subhumans, not worthy of living in their Reich.
The two had lived in Germany now for most of their lives, orphaned after being separated from their parents some years past. They had been offered food and shelter by a friendly German couple living in the outskirts of Berlin, and most of the time were able to pass themselves off as German's also, because both of them spoke the language almost perfectly. It was sometime late in 1931 Katarina could recall, her sister had just been born earlier that year. They had left their home in Minsk, and traveled to Berlin, something about her father having some business relations with some political party members. Kat and her sister were left with a family friend, and did not see their parents for several weeks. Soon after, the friend they were with was taken away by tall men in dark trench coats armed with bludgeons. In the same apartment building, across the hall, the Fleischer's, who had seen what had happened, took the girls in for shelter and had raised them since. Kat knew she could have dealt with the Gestapo guards, as she found out later they were called, with her "hands", a gift she had and had used on occasion.
As the group was walking back to the apartment building, Kat wondered why the German's that had come to them in Minsk were so interested in the difference in her features from the rest of her family. She had a fairly bright shade of red hair color, and her eyes had tints of red and orange in them. Her skin was a bit pale, but this was not abnormal, considering the living conditions at this time. The only real difference she noticed was when she used her "gift", the two scars she had on the sides of her head towards the front ached a little.
The walk home was uneventful, but no one noticed the guards that were following them, ones from the same group that had so much interest in Kat before.