Selected text
On the nights of 7th and 8th September 1944, the first thing was to meet the political prisoners. My friend Stela Almah and I went to the prison gates. And all the men who came out of there were carried on hands. And the two of us, short little girls, when we saw that Luka Vakarelov was coming out, we ran to him to lift him in our hands. We tried but the three of us fell on the ground. And together with the former prisoners we went to the square in the center of the town. They stood on a table there and gave speeches about the Liberation [29] and the Fatherland Front [30].
The next day, 9th September 1944, we met the partisans and my future husband came with them. He had escaped from the labor camps. I had lost my voice and hardly managed to go home. They started reproaching me at home, ‘Are you a tramp or what? You were outside all day long!’ Both my parents weren’t pleased, irrespective of the fact that they realized a new time had come. My father’s political beliefs were leftist but the things that were taking place made him reserved; he was waiting to see what was to happen and didn’t become a member of the Bulgarian Communist Party [31]. He didn’t join the ranks of the Party. I don’t know why but he accepted things with reservations. My parents had already started accepting things less excitedly because they wanted to make sense of the events. And he was right to be more reserved about the new developments.
The next day, 9th September 1944, we met the partisans and my future husband came with them. He had escaped from the labor camps. I had lost my voice and hardly managed to go home. They started reproaching me at home, ‘Are you a tramp or what? You were outside all day long!’ Both my parents weren’t pleased, irrespective of the fact that they realized a new time had come. My father’s political beliefs were leftist but the things that were taking place made him reserved; he was waiting to see what was to happen and didn’t become a member of the Bulgarian Communist Party [31]. He didn’t join the ranks of the Party. I don’t know why but he accepted things with reservations. My parents had already started accepting things less excitedly because they wanted to make sense of the events. And he was right to be more reserved about the new developments.
Period
Year
1944
Location
Pazardzhik
Bulgaria
Interview
Sofi Eshua Danon-Moshe