Story of a Lifetime -(Character)-
**Posted by Anx at 11:17 PM
In 1918, in a small town from the south-east of Romania (a country from Europe) was born the only and much-wanted child of a middle class family. His name was ‘Petre’ – the Romanian version of the name Peter.
Being the only child was a great advantage for him in those times, when usually families had at least 4 children. Their neighbours, for example, had 8 kids and Peter loved to spend time with that poor family, because he hadn’t any brothers or sisters and there was so much more fun! He remembered his entire life how he used to have dinner with them: all 8 children, with Peter 9, gathered around the table, waiting impatiently with the spoons in their hands for the food. Mother put on the table polenta and a big bowl with milk and some goat cheese on a plate.
And they were starting eating. Actually, that wasn’t eating, but racing for food, because a bowl of milk and some cheese can’t be enough for 9 starving children! Peter always was leaving hungry, because the others were eating faster than him.
When Peter was 22, he got married. But the World War II came. In 1941, after a year of neutrality, Romania joined the Axis Powers and they sent troops to help the invasion of Russia. Peter went to the war, leaving his wife, who was pregnant at that time, alone. Even if he wasn’t in the first lines, the war left big scars on his body, but even more in his soul.
Fighting next to the German soldiers, he learnt a bit of their language and made lots of friends, being interested in all mechanical things. But in 1944 Romania left Axis Powers and joined the Allies. This meant that Peter’s German friends became his enemies, even if they were sharing the same food a day before.
When the colonel asked them to start fire, both camps, Romanians and Germans couldn’t shoot at each other. They shot in the air.
Few days after, Peter was shot in the leg and sent to the hospital, where he spent the rest of the war. Surviving the wounds, the camp fever, and the firing, Peter was back home, in 1945.
He was so happy to be together with his wife and his daughter, which he had never seen until that day! His daughter was already 5 years old when he got back and she was scared of him... She didn't know he was her father, the one that Mother told is fighting for the country and they were praying every day for!
Peter became blacksmith in his small town and used the skills and knowledge he learnt from the Germans.
Everyone respected him for his savvy, but also for his kindness and wisdom, till he died, at the age of 75 years old.
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