Raging winds swirl about, uprooting trees, obliterating everything in their path. Yet within the eye of the storm there is not a single breeze. The sky is clear. The sun shines. Thus it was with my life with the Roemers. While armies collided in earth-shaking combat, bombs blasted cities to bits, and trains rolled on schedule to guarded camps where blackened chimneys belched greasy smoke day and night, I dusted, went shopping, served dinner. It was a normal life. Abnormally so. The baby was due any time. Over these last difficult months Mrs. Roemer and I had become very close. By now I was more than a maid; I was a helper, a confidante, a friend. From time to time she would say to me, “Wanda, it’s very strange. You’re not like other Polish girls at all. You’re much more like a German.” That was a great compliment. In effect Mrs. Roemer was telling me that I was an intellectual equal, a quality she never expected to encounter in someone who was only a servant.
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