Walking by the news stand the headline on the magazine immediately catches his attention. THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN OF AUSTRIA! He is in New York on business and on his way to a meeting. He pays the vendor for the magazine and again reads the headline. His eyes fall to the picture below. Three children, dressed in Austrian clothes, take up the entire front page. Two girls one boy. He looks at each of them. His eyes fall on the boy in the middle. He stops trying to understand what he sees. It's a reflection of him, the eyes, the color of his hair, even his smile. The boy appears to be about six. He immediately finds the page with the article. He scans down the story trying to find out more about the boy. His heart pounds faster as he finds what he is looking for. The article mentions Salzburg and the local orphanage there. The children on the cover are orphans. The two girls are sisters who lost their parents in 1943. Their names are Petra and Margarite Meier. He doesn't recognize the name. He reads further. The boy, it says was adopted from the orphanage in 1939 but he lost his parents in 1942. His mouth goes dry and he feels his legs give way when he reads the boys name Georg Ritter. Georg….Georg….. He finds a bench and sits before he falls down. This must be a dream but it isn't. This boy looks just as he did at the age of six. They are from the same city and most important they share the same name.
She packs up her guitar and heads toward the classroom door. She walks down Broadway looking at the theatres. She passes by a small store and she sees the magazine. The headline intrigues her THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN OF AUSTRIA. She goes into the store pays for the magazine and tucks it under her arm. She climbs the steps and unlocks the door to her apartment. Once inside she fixes herself some tea and sits down to read the magazine. She looks at the picture of the children on the front. The girls look like sisters she thinks to herself. She then sees the boy. She looks at him and a chill travels up her spine. His eyes, they look so familiar and his smile. Then it hits her. Her heart pounds as she quickly finds the article. Her eyes quickly scan down and find the word Salzburg and then she sees the name.
"Oh my God" it can't be, she says to herself. She reads it again. The boys name is Georg. Could it be? Is it possible? She reads the rest of the article. It is him she says in a whisper the tears starting to fall. She closes her eyes and forces herself to remember, to remember that night when her life and his changed forever