It was a painful experience, too painful to remember for almost fifty years.
I am German. During the four-power allied occupation of Berlin I spent much of my free time as a volunteer in a Youth Club. My ‘work’ was to play group-games with small kids. It made me feel grown-up and useful and I loved it.
The center was sponsored by Americans who had befriended some of the older boys and girls.
One day four boys who also worked at the center, offered to take me along for a drive to visit a camp. I was thrilled. Such a drive was a real treat.
I did not go with them into the camp, but waited in the parked vehicle. The vehicle was what they called a weapon carrier, something like a large jeep. The driver had a separate cabin in front. We passengers sat on opposite benches at the back. The rear was quite open, affording a good view.
Sitting and waiting, I watched the world go by and felt happy.
Then the boys came back. One pulled out a briefcase from under a seat at the opposite end. Suddenly he asked me where was his pound of butter? Butter in those days was worth its weight in gold and one pound of butter an incredible fortune.
How was I to know? I hadn’t even noticed the briefcase.
Being at an age where I still stammered and blushed when a boy talked to me, I must have presented a picture of guilt.
To cut long interrogations short – I had to admit then as now that there was just no way anyone else could have come in and stolen the butter without my seeing it happen.
Both I and the driver confirmed I had not left the vehicle. In the end the boys said I must have eaten the butter myself.
My stomach turns at the thought – and even in those years of deprivation I don’t think I could have eaten a pound of butter without being violently sick.
What happened to the butter?
The mystery was never solved.
Now that reality shifts are out in the open, I feel you will believe me I never touched that butter. Somewhere, some mother prayed hard for a miracle and got it.
There are several reasons for this story to spill out suddenly to be shared. One is I just got Reality Shifters News – June 2000
From Cynthia Sue Larson http://realityshifters.com/ and want to thank Cynthia for the news, stories and interesting links.
To freely share my happiness is easy. To share pain takes courage.
It is my nature to trust people.
Maybe that is because I learned early in life that the most unbelievable story can be true.