A Bridge To Cross

Picture 002In the spring of 1944 my family were forced to flee the massing forces of the Nazis and the Russians as they came together in one of the bloodiest moments of World War II.

I was only a young child at the time. My sisters and I were swept up by our mother and we headed out into the night in a desperate race for safety. This is our story.

My name is Hans Berger and I wrote this story from the notes kept by my mother during these tumultuous days.