Estrangement – Friday Fictioneers story

Once more it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when people from across the globe write a story in 100 words or less (or sometimes more). Under the leadership of Rochelle Wisoff we spend the weekend reading and commenting. If you want to enter, just go to Rochelle’s page and follow the instructions and all other stories.

This week the picture is one of Rochelle’s pictures, and as usual I spent 24 hours going from impossible to maybe, to actually writing. Feel free to comment :-). I will start my commenting tomorrow evening.

Category is historic fiction… or something like that.


Cleaning out her estranged grandparents things she found an old suitcase containing:
– an old telephone
– a menorah
– crayons
she froze…
– a photo of a young man looking like her brother.
At the bottom there was an old moleskin notebook. In there were beautiful poetry, composition drafts and sketches. The work of a young artist. Like the one her mother left home with at seventeen, as they tried to stop her artistic career.

Understanding dawned as she read his final note:

“I can’t live in hiding any more, my art needs Theresienstadt, I need my peers”

Explaining my thoughts. Theresienstadt was a concentration camp, but it was also used as propaganda. Many artists were allowed to be active there, and they hade orchestras and a lot of artistic activities for a selected few. Many were finally murdered anyway. I just came from a performance at the symphony orchestra were it was brought up. I’m not sure that the story make sense to you, but my idea is that the uncle perished in a vain attempt to pursue an artistic career, and his little sister was therefore in vain stopped from doing the same.

The rest of stories can be found by clicking this little cutie:

January 17, 2013

58 responses to “Estrangement – Friday Fictioneers story

    • The stories need to be told, the pain and still the joy in some of the compositions made there. The contrast is overwhelming… I heard a concert by Ann-Sofie Von Otter (Swedish opera singer) and the concert is probably one of the strongest I have ever heard.

  1. I had to sit and think about what I wanted to say but I still came up empty. How sad are we as people to create such tragedy in the world…it leaves me blank. I am glad you explained your idea…This is a piece of writing that has value….and has set my brain in motion. I feel like I have pulled into a dark tunnel, and I am trying to find the light of extinguished hope…

  2. Dear Björn,
    As you might guess, I didn’t need the explanation, but I appreciated it. Well done this week, my friend…both story and background.

  3. I’m not going to say I enjoyed this. I enjoyed the writing. I do understand we must never stop telling the stories of truth. I’m glad you wrote it.

  4. A very chilling piece, Bjorn — and so well done. Many years ago, I saw a very old movie that portrayed that concentration camp. I cannot remember the title or anything else about it, except for that unbelievable dichotomy: the arts flourishing in the midst of holocaust. I don’t think I’ve heard reference to it again until your piece. Thanks for sharing it with the world. It’s so important that people never forget.

  5. Good story, Bjorn. There’s an interesting article on Theresienstadt on the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum’s site entitled: “Theresienstadt: Red Cross Visit”. Tells of the Germans beautifying the camp prior to the Red Cross visit.

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