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Everything, we don´t remember

Christiane Hoffmann

In the Footsteps of my Father's Escape

"It is the certainty that you can lose everything from one day to the next, your house and farm, your sons, brothers, and parents, your home and even your memory." "On foot?" "On foot." "Alone?" "Alone." – on January 22, 2020, Christiane Hoffmann sets off on her journey from a village in Lower Silesia. She walks 550 kilometers west; it is the route that her father took as he fled from the Red Army in the winter of 1945. His escape and the loss of his home shaped the author's childhood and remained a wound, as in so many other families as well. After the death of her father, she returns to Rosenthal, which is now called Rózyna. She is searching for the story and its scars. She walks the accursed twentieth century out of herself.

Germany in the 1970s: Children are sitting under a table. Above them the adults are sighing, eating canapés, and talking about their lost homeland. They transmit their injuries and nightmares to the next generation. What remains today of the fates of those who fled? How do families, how do societies, Germans, Poles, and Czechs deal with it? On her journey, Christiane Hoffmann is looking for the presence of the past. She struggles through hailstorms and swampy forests. She sits in churches, kitchens, and living rooms. She talks – with other people and with herself. Her book translates recollections of fleeing and being deported into the twenty-first century and warns readers of the horrors of war. It interweaves her family story with history, eyewitness accounts with the encounters she has on her journey. But above all it is a very personal book written in a literary language, a search for a father and his history.