Memories of a WW II Shelter

photo by Anne Pflug
My sister standing on the exact spot where she was born, down in a shelter during a bombing during WW II.

Across the street from our home (see previous blog) is a patched up area enclosing a World war II shelter.  This was the entrance to a catacomb-like construction, underground, with hollowed out rooms for the families to live in, during bombing.  My sister chose to be born on one of these occasions. It was eerie to come back, so many years later and still see the remnants of the shelter.

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