Cast of 5-18.
I have to get out into the air. [The group walk as people in the street]
I walk. You walk. He walks.There is someone walking behind me..He walks.Who is he?Does he recognise me?From the Warsaw days? When there was no ghetto.Perhaps his sister had a dress made in my shop?He’s not so close now.I walk.Silence.A car. Slow. Coming closer.My heart will smash.Look ahead.Don’t turn round. It’s coming close. He is singing with the window wound down.(Hatikvah is sung)
From my youth. Hatikvah. Hope. Only a Jew would sing that. Only a Jew would know that. Only a Jew would turn around.I walk. I walk. I walk.I don’t turn round.Jewish scum. Out to catch a Jew for his Nazi paymasters.He’s getting closer the filthy Jewcatcher. Turn now and I will be a pillar of ash.He is next to me now.Singing softly. I walk. I walk. I walk.The song means nothing to me. I hear nothing. I am an Aryan.How many did he catch today?Hope!How much longer must I walk and my feet are dead?I want to sit in a warm cafe and drink something hot. I want to sit in a restaurant wearing a fur coat not trawl in worker’s clothes like a kitchen maid.I walk. I walk. He walks. Again. That man is following. The first one from before Hope. I walk. He walks. I stop. He stops.He knows me. My face hasn’t changed even after all I have seen. I walk and if I run, he is stronger, he will catch me.Jew he will yell like so many I have seen suddenly screaming Jew in the street. Jew he’ll yell and I will freeze like a rabbit. What will happen to my baby? Who will care for her if he yells Jew.
I walk. I stop. I turn. The man is looking at me. I look. He looks. He looks down. I look down. In his hand there is something red.Something strange and stiff. I want to laugh. I want to empty my lungs and laugh with relief. Is that all! Thank God.