United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, Courtesy of Gus Goldberger
Leo Goldberger
Thirteen-year-old Leo Goldberger and his family crouched in a cluster of bushes on the beach. It was a bitterly cold night, and they shivered in the damp chill. But no one complained. The Goldbergers dared not make a sound as they stared out at the dark water, waiting for the signal.
It was October 2, 1943, and the Goldbergers were fleeing Denmark, a country in northern Europe. Leo ached at the thought of leaving behind his friends, his school, his family’s cozy apartment. But Denmark had become a dangerous place for Jewish people like him and his family. And now Leo, his parents, and his three brothers were waiting for a boat that would smuggle them to nearby Sweden, where they would be safer.
As the minutes ticked by, Leo’s heart filled with almost unbearable fear. What if they got caught? They would be arrested—maybe even killed. Or what if the boat sank in the rough waves? What if the boat never came at all?
But beneath Leo’s fear, another feeling was growing: anger.
Powerful, searing-hot anger.
What have we ever done to be in hiding, to be escaping like criminals? he thought.
Leo had to push his fury aside, though, because just then, he saw a faint light blinking out on the water.
This was the signal.
The boat had arrived.
Leo’s older brother grabbed the two suitcases the family had managed to take with them. Then they all waded into the icy black water, sending silent prayers out into the night.
Thirteen-year-old Leo Goldberger was with his family. They were hiding in a cluster of bushes on the beach. It was a cold night. They shivered, but no one complained. They dared not make a sound. They just stared out at the dark water, waiting for the signal.
It was October 2, 1943. The Goldbergers were fleeing Denmark, a country in northern Europe. Leo was sad to leave his friends, school, and home. But Leo and his family were Jewish. And Denmark had become a dangerous place for Jewish people. Now Leo, his parents, and his three brothers were waiting for a boat. It would smuggle them to nearby Sweden. They would be safer there.
The minutes ticked by. Leo’s heart filled with fear. What if they got caught? They would be arrested. They might be killed. What if the boat sank? Or what if it never came at all?
But beneath Leo’s fear, another feeling was growing: anger.
Powerful, searing-hot anger.
What have we ever done to be in hiding, to be escaping like criminals? he thought.
But Leo had to push his fury aside when he saw a light blinking out on the water.
This was the signal.
The boat had arrived.
Leo’s older brother grabbed the family’s two suitcases. Then they all waded into the icy black water, sending silent prayers out into the night.