The end of WW2 as recounted by a few witnesses within my region seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. Cameroon being a former German colony at the time,a few men had been recruited or sold out as slaves to fight during the war and the end of this was brought a new era and less pain to families of victims.
My image regarding the end of the Second World War is shaped by the stories of my aunts and my father, who was born in Wroclaw in September 1944. Starting from February 1945, my grandmother, her two daughters and the infant Reinhard – my father – were on the run. To escape the Soviet takeover of their hometown of Breslau, they came to Berlin and then found shelter in the small Brandenburg town of Elsterwerda.
I would be really interested to know who or what shaped your image of the end of the war.
Here’s a picture of my grandma shortly after the escape. My grandma’s stories about the Second World War were centred around escape and loneliness. My grandmother Margarete fled from Königsberg by sea in January 1945 at the age of 18. Alone, without her parents, without her siblings. First she was accommodated in Saxon Switzerland and then she came to Potsdam in July 1945. In 1946 her brother returned from war captivity and in 1948 her younger sister took her into her house. Her parents had died during the last days of the war in Königsberg. Since that time she came to Berlin often to earn some money and the city remained important to her throughout her whole life.