Twilight in Danzig
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The story of this family is unique due to the great wealth they had and lost.It adds another dimension to the personal hardships and loss suffered by many at the hands of the Third Reich. No Jew was safe during this period. They finally attempt to leave Danzig and their privileged life. It is a very personal story and one that recounts the hopelessness of coping in a world controlled by a treacherous leader. I highly recommend this book. If you don't read it you are missing a treasure.” - Gary A. Wilson, Ph.D.
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Twilight in Danzig - Siegfried Kra
Astor.
Chapter One
"JONAS, TIME TO GO HOME," Fräulein Marlow called after the small boy. Jonas was bent over a circular pond, prodding a small sailboat to reach the other shore. He rose from his crouched position, looked up at the woman in the starched blue uniform, a white collar around her neck, and ran to her obediently.
She knew all about nobility, being herself a descendant of Prince Lefevre, once the Duke of Danzig. The end of World War 1 had also brought an end to the nobility of Danzig, except for a few. She was young, beautiful, and well-bred, with long silk-blonde hair, and she was poor. The position as governess in the rich Kruger household was ideal.
The late autumn afternoon air was chilly as the sun began to set over Danzig, leaving a blood-red glow on the Baltic Sea. The governess pulled her blue frock securely around her young narrow body. The little boy, shivering, held onto her hand as they briskly strolled on the white-pebbled path through the park.
All in all, life with the Kruger family was decent enough. Her living quarters on the top floor of the house gave her a marvelous view of the harbor, of Stefan’s Park, with its trimmed hedges, wide lawns, and musical pavilion, and of the tall medieval Marin church in the old city.
Below her window were the manicured gardens of the estate. After three years, she felt part of the family, not just a servant. Little Jonas, with his soft pompadour and dark eyes fringed with long curving lashes, was very special to her. She admired his fine, flat ears that sat close to his head, unlike those of his little playmates that stuck out as though standing at attention. She was going to make him a Prussian prince, a gentleman by all standards of nobility she knew, in spite of his birth as a Jew.
An asphalt staircase, flanked by two marble lions, led to a large terrace that was the main entrance to the house. Jonas raced ahead and kicked on the heavy carved door because the bell was too high for him to reach. His cheeks were like two red apples plucked from the cold air.
Who is banging on my door?
A sweet voice came from the other side.
Slowly, his mother opened the door.
Why, it is my little Jonas!
Lucia Kruger wrapped her slender arms around her son. And what sea battles did we win today?
she asked as the governess followed behind the boy, carrying the still-wet sailboat. Lucia surveyed her son, dusty and breathless from his afternoon romp. We will give you a warm bath and a nice supper,
she continued, and Fräulein can be free for the night.
As they stood in the spacious entrance hall, Prince Eric Brandenberg came trailing in, wearing a magnificent green riding outfit and smoking a pipe. He was an attractive looking man with a delicate face and high cheekbones.
Fräulein.
He nodded to Fräulein Marlow in his aristocratic way and then approached Jonas, taking the boy’s small hand in his and shaking it.
I am pleased to see you again, young man.
With his long tapered finger he gently pushed on the boy’s belly, making Jonas giggle.
Ah, I almost forgot; I read in the newspaper someone has a birthday soon, and you know who that is. So I brought you a little present, an early birthday gift.
From behind his back the Prince brought forward a little Hessian soldier riding a horse.
For your collection, which is getting bigger and bigger, as large as the Prussian Army once was.
Jonas clicked his heels, bowed and took the soldier with delight.
Thank you, sir.
Do I at least get a little kiss?
Brandenberg bent down as Jonas planted a light kiss on the Prince’s smooth cheek.
I really must be going, Frau Kruger. It has been a charming afternoon.
The Prince bowed again and kissed Lucia Kruger’s hand. He gave her a small, careful glance as he departed.
About eight o’clock tonight, Eric,
she said. I do want so much for you to be here.
Eight, indeed, and not one moment later. I don’t want to miss one minute of the gracious Kruger dinner.
He is such a dear friend to all of us,
she sighed and took Jonas by the hand, singing as they ascended the spiral staircase to the nursery.
The nursery was as large as the downstairs hall, lined with long windows reaching to the floor. Adjacent to the space was a marbled bathroom decorated with painted figures of Rumpelstiltskin, Hansel and Gretel, the Katzenjammer Kids, and the Seven Dwarfs. A small bathtub supported by gold legs stood in the center of the bathroom, and against the north-facing walls were tall white-painted radiators with rounded pipes that heated three white bath towels. Lucia undressed the little boy, then swung him in the air.
And now the Zeppelin is slowly coming down for a landing, and Jonas is the captain, into the pine water.
The child liked his mother undressing him and then giving him a bath. It was a special treat because his birthday was coming, he thought. The tepid green pine water and the odor of pine forest soothed him from the cold air outside.
Brand Kruger arrived home earlier than usual, carrying a German Shepherd puppy under his arm.
Where is my son, the soon-to-be birthday boy?
he shouted.
Your son,
Fräulein Marlow said, standing by the circular staircase, is having a bath.
Brand raced up the stairs into the bathroom, tiptoed inside, carrying the animal in his arms, and then allowed the puppy to roam freely.
Muttie, there is a dog here,
Jonas squealed. Brand picked up the dog and placed it next to Jonas, watching as it licked the water off his son’s face.
For you.
Jonas climbed out of the bathtub and hugged his new playmate.
Every boy should have a dog,
Brand exulted. And how is my darling wife today?
You are in a cheery mood.
She reached for a thick, warmed towel from the pipes and tried to encircle Jonas’ small body as he ran naked after the dog out of the playroom and into the hall. Hearing all the noise, the governess came upstairs shaking her head in disapproval.
Fräulein, you have a new charge.
So I see. Of course, he isn’t housebroken.
A German Shepherd has excellent manners, Fräulein. In a few days, with your superb perseverance, he will know his place.
As you say, sir,
she answered politely as she turned away to arrange for the boy’s supper. With dinner guests expected, he would eat at a small table set up in the nursery.
Lucia was at first angry, but when the small dog ran to her and licked her face as she bent down to pet him, her face broke out in a radiant smile.
What a nice dog. We will love him forever,
she said.
A wonderful present for our Jonas.
What do you want to call him?
Lucia asked Jonas, now standing beside her wrapped up like a little mummy in his great towel.
The boy had a perplexed look on his face.
We’ll call him Astor,
Brand broke in. That was once the name of my dog.
Then you should call him Astor the Second.
Fräulein Marlow’s sarcastic tone was barely detectable.
Astor the Second it shall be!
I like Astor only,
Jonas said, although the attention of the grown-ups had moved on.
Well now, dear wife, and who is coming to dinner tonight?
I invited Uncle Herman and his girlfriend. I haven’t seen my brother in weeks. And the Prince is coming.
Does the Prince have to be at all our dinner parties?
Brand asked with a bit of irritation.
He is a good friend, and he is our neighbor. And he adds so much class to our table.
He reminds me of one of our Lalique vases that you place on the table to impress people. Besides, I think he has a crush on you.
Well, what of it? Don’t you like your wife to be appreciated by other men? I thought men get a certain, how should I say, frisson of pleasure from their women being admired?
Yes, but not from a mignon.
Lucia chose to ignore that remark.
I also invited Grecia.
That madman! A Russian anarchist, a Hessian Prince, Max the industrialist, and your nutty brother. What a group.
And Grecia’s beautiful wife. You like her, with her gorgeous boobs that hang out like ripe apples.
Lotte is a beautiful woman.
The most beautiful woman in all of Danzig, right, Lover?
She cast a sidelong glance at him.
Jonas was sitting on the floor playing with Astor.
What are boobs, Mummy?
Go ahead and tell him,
Brand dared.
Brand had to look away so his son or Lucia couldn’t see him smiling.
That is just a funny term for a woman’s breasts, sweetheart.
Fräulein Marlow has nice boobs, too,
Jonas said.
I invited Grecia because it is his birthday,
Lucia smoothly continued. It was unclear whether she had chosen to let the remark pass or hadn’t heard it.
Brand looked at the boy, suddenly quite pleased with him. How do you know that, Jonas?
Because I saw them.
Jonas, it is time for your dinner.
Lucia lightly clapped her hands together. Hurry now and when you have finished I will tell you a story before bed.
No, please. I like to hear you and Papa talk.
I bet you do.
With a teasing tone, Lucia turned to her husband, There is also someone else coming whom you don’t know.
Oh?
A young man I met a few days ago at the Beaux Arts. He is American. He came to Danzig to study the architecture. He is here by himself, and I thought we could learn English from him. We all must learn English. It is the language of the future.
I don’t need to know the language of the barbarians, and I will never have to. They eat filet mignon with jam, I am told. Why should I spend an evening with a cowboy?
What is a cowboy, Papa?
Jonas asked.
A cowboy is a man who rides horses and drinks beer.
Papa, you ride horses and drink vodka.
Jonas, that is enough! Go and get your supper,
his father said. Fräulein Marlow!
Brand yelled. Jonas is waiting for you.
Dressed in baggy pants, a striped yellow sports jacket, and a blue vest which covered his protruding belly, Uncle Herman was the first to arrive for the dinner party. He was short, fat, and round as a gourd. He always wore a broad grin partially hidden by a big cigar. His smile and twinkling eyes always made it seem he had just pulled off another clever scheme. At his side was his new girlfriend, Frieda, who recently sang the role of Brunhilda at the Danzig Wagnerian Opera Festival. She towered over Uncle Herman like an Amazon. He liked big buxom women with long blonde hair.
Gerta, the chambermaid, greeted Uncle Herman as he let himself in through the mammoth oak front doors of the house.
Good evening, sir.
Gerta, you are looking slick tonight. Do you have a little date later?
No, sir,
she giggled.
Where is my nephew, that little momzer?
Upstairs asleep, sir. They just got him off. You better not wake him. Fräulein will be furious.
The hell with Fräulein. Frieda, you stay here and look at the paintings or something. See how my rich sister lives.
He handed the gray fedora to Gerta and whispered, Don’t tell anyone.
He then dashed up the stairs bouncing like a pleased hippopotamus. Jonas was soundly asleep and Astor was at his side, propped up on a woolen blanket and pillow.
He picked Jonas off the bed, and hugged him, and Jonas awoke smiling.
Hello, Uncle Herman. This is Astor.
Welcome to the home, Astor,
he said appraising the puppy. Now Jonas, my boy, I have a present for you, right from Budapest.
He handed the sleepy boy a brown teddy bear. Jonas took the stuffed animal, placed it carefully on the other side of his pillow, put his small arms around his uncle in a hug and lay back down. Fräulein Marlow, hearing the commotion as she was getting ready, entered the bedroom partially dressed. She left her robe slightly open, revealing her long beautiful legs. Please, Uncle Herman, the boy needs his sleep.
She had the night off along with the following day. Tonight she would be joining her employers at the dinner.
At 8:00 p.m.? It is much too early to go to bed.
The governess did not like Uncle Herman. To her he was a wise-cracking Jew, a flashy, perpetually sunburned merchant who kept company only with Gentile women, or shiksas, as he liked to say. She felt especially resentful that he barely noticed her, as though she was a piece of the household furniture. His eyes did not even acknowledge her naked legs.
I know you don’t like me, Fräulein. Well, I don’t like you either, so there. But my nephew comes first, and if I were head of this household you would have been long gone back to your milk farm or wherever you came from, no less be invited to my sister’s table.
As you wish, sir,
she curtsied and gave him a disdainful look. There was more she wanted to say, much more. The time will come, she thought to herself. Milk farm, did he call it? The landed estate that had been sliced up and laid to waste following Versailles? Yes, his time will come, that arrogant pig.
Jonas, watching from the corner of his eye, wondered why Uncle Herman didn’t like his governess.
Returning downstairs Uncle Herman regained his jovial sense and saw that the Prince had arrived. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, his chest festooned with medals and decorated ribbons.
Prince Brandenberg, I feel I should bow to you. You are, as usual, the paragon of elegance.
Dear man, I never tire of your compliments.
You know, Prince, if those are pure gold, you better not wear them so obviously. The price of gold is going up as our guldens are disappearing.
Who would dare to steal a medal from a Prussian officer?
If the Prussian officer is drunk enough, he won’t know they’re gone,
Herman said with a short laugh. Let me introduce you to Frieda. She’s never met a real Prince before.
The Prince bowed and kissed the singer’s hand.
Charming, charming.
She is, incidentally, Hungarian, your highness, not German.
She is still charming, a handsome woman.
Lucia entered shortly, looking stunning. She wore a black rayon jersey evening dress by Madeleine Vionnet with a long exposed back and a beautiful chain of diamonds around her neck. Her auburn hair was gathered in an upward sweep.
All my favorite men are already here, promptly. How wonderfully nice.
She embraced her brother and Uncle Herman said, You are some gorgeous woman,
as he stared at her cleavage. If you weren’t my sister . . .
And you are a lewd brother, dear, and I wish you would get rid of that disgusting cigar. Please don’t smoke until we go to the drawing room after dinner.
She moved on to her other guests. Prince, how marvelous you look.
He took her hand and kissed it, and she in turn gave him an affectionate kiss on his clean-shaven cheek. Then she turned back to her brother and waited for him to make the introductions.
Lucia, I want you to meet Frieda, the opera singer. She is Hungarian, and understands little if any German or Polish. So you can say what you wish. She will smile politely.
Lucia took both of the opera singer’s hands and warmly greeted her.
Why does my brother always go out with women who can’t speak the language or understand?
She sighed, smiling, knowing that the handsome woman hadn’t a clue of what she’d said.
You guess. I give you two, my baby sister.
"Why don’t you settle down with a nice Jewish girl? Next you will be telling me you are going out with Americans. Last month it was a Moroccan, but I know very well she was Africano, a Schwartze."
I like exotic women. Now, tell me, what is the occasion of a dinner party midweek, although that is a silly question to ask around here.
Still, it seemed wise to change the subject as it tired him to continue this sparring.
Tonight is Grecia’s birthday, and your little angel nephew will soon have his.
How is that little devil doing these days?
Not to be trusted for one second. That little devil ran off the other day and for one hour Fräulein and I searched frantically for him. He was hiding behind a rock with the little girl from next door.
Good for him. Why waste all those days waiting for the sperm to flow?
I knew brother Herman would approve.
As soon as he is old enough I am taking him to a brothel.
The doorbell chimed and Lotte and Grecia made their grand entrance. Grecia, the anarchist, six feet tall, had a sharp Roman nose and dark, intelligent, penetrating eyes. His wife, Lotte, a magnificent-looking woman with the striking features of Marlene Dietrich, wore a simple dress of olive green velvet with rhinestone shoulder clips. She held her head proudly, elegantly, like a Russian princess. She was, in fact, a Romanoff, and had escaped to Danzig with Grecia. Grecia had fought in the White Army under Dochek’s command, and when Trotsky’s Red Army prevailed, they had fled in 1917. Now, in Danzig, he was employed by Burkhardt, the provincial governor appointed by the League of Nations under the Versailles Treaty.
Grecia, you scoundrel, I am glad you’re here to provoke us, not of course like your beautiful Lotte.
Uncle Herman’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he appraised her.
Where is our elegant host?
Lotte asked.
As usual, he is up to something. He is in conference with Max Schiller in the library. However, once he knows you’re here, Lotte, he will appear like Haley’s comet,
Lucia trilled.
Brand appeared just at that moment, tall, powerful and graceful, dressed in a blue pin-striped suit, white shirt, and blue tie. His full head of black hair was pasted down and shimmering against his lean face. Max Schiller accompanied him. A medium-sized man with gray hair and carbon-black eyes, Max was the board chairman of the Luirgi firm. They had discovered an efficient method for converting coal into ammonia and oil, two ingredients of ammunition needed by the Germans.
Two industrial giants in one room can be dangerous,
Grecia said.
Not as dangerous as three beautiful women,
Max quickly returned.
Max, my good Prussian friend, it’s the men, it’s the men who make the women dangerous,
Brand slyly added. By now all the guests were holding champagne flutes in their hands, and the Prince raised his. Our first toast, then, to the men and their dangerous women.
Next to Lucia was an empty chair, as the American had not arrived. Prince Brandenberg was seated on her left. The evening flowed as easily as the champagne. The main course, a traditional goose, braised with port and roasted vegetables, was sumptuous, and the dessert, a chocolate soufflé drowned in Drambuie, was a marvelous delight. Throughout the evening Lucia felt unusually gay and flirtatious. The Prince at every opportunity grasped her hand and kissed it.
Madam, you are as delicious as the soufflé.
Even if he might be mignon, Lucia thought, he is charming and sexy. She thought just then of John Barrymore and his aristocratic profile. Anyway, there are some mignons who do like women equally, she continued to herself.
You are such a dear friend,
she told the Prince as she touched his ringed hand, the Brandenberg crest.
Brand sat next to Lotte, who had no objections as he playfully touched her thighs at least five times during the course of the evening. Uncle Herman, with his voracious appetite, asked for a second helping of soufflé. Nu,
he looked at Lucia, Where is the rest?
Don’t be a pig, Herman,
Frieda whispered in broken German.
You love me being a pig,
he whispered into her ear.
Lucia gently shook the Lalique bell to the right of her water goblet, which made a sweet tingling sound. Another soufflé was brought into the dining room and placed in front of Uncle Herman along with a bottle of Grand Marnier. Using a large silver spoon with the letter L
engraved on the handle, Herman gouged out the center of the soufflé and poured the Grand Marnier into its depths. A round of applause followed as the dessert was passed from seat to seat.
Fräulein Marlow remained quiet, languid, beautiful. She was dressed in a simple blue dress that accentuated her flawless skin, and her ashen eyes wandered towards Brand. She wanted him right at that moment. He looked so handsome tonight, his dark eyes seductive and impenetrable. She relished sitting with the family at dinner, their secret lending a provocative spice to any meal she shared with him. When she had first joined the household, she had been served separately. Then Lucia had decided that the Fräulein needs some relaxation after being alone with that little comet all day.
Brand raised his glass and struck another glass with a spoon, making the crystal ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and others, a toast. A toast to my son, who will be nine years old at the end of next week, and also to Grecia on her birthday, whose age is more