They made their way into one of the
already crowded lounges. People were sitting on top of suitcases, on the floor,
or squashed three to a seat on the uncomfortable wooden benches.
“You could go
and have a look around the boat if you want,” said Fräulein Gottlieb. “Put your
things in your cabin first. But I want you in bed within an hour.”
Renate was
sharing a cabin with Adelinde, Christa and Irmgard. Jakob and Erich were
sharing with two other boys.
“I’m tired,”
wailed Christa.
“Me too,” said
Adelinde. “Shall we go straight to bed, girls?”
Christa nodded.
Irmgard didn’t say anything. She placed her hand into Adelinde’s and stuck her
thumb in her mouth.
Renate felt wide
awake, now though. “I’d like to have a look around,” she said. “I’ll see you
soon.”
“Give me your
things, then,” said Adelinde. “I’ll put them in the cabin.”
Renate waved to
the three other girls and then she set off across the crowded inner deck. She
didn’t think she had ever seen so many people crammed into one space. Warm body
odour and sea air made for a strange mixture of smells. She had never been on a
boat as big as this – should she call it a ship? This ferry
that was going to take her to England. People were
still getting on. Would this - ferry - be able to hold them all?
It was hard to breathe
in here. A slight breeze drifted from above her head. She noticed a staircase –
well it was almost more of a ladder, the steps were so steep and only had air
between them - which led to an opening in the roof above her. She made her way
up the rungs.
Outside it was
cold. The shore looked close. She shivered. It wasn’t just the cold, though.
She would not see her own country for a long time and now she was going
somewhere she didn’t understand. She still didn’t really understand either why
she was going there or what being Jewish meant.
The boat started
to judder. There was a loud creaking and groaning, the sound of chains clanking
and shouts from the men working at the side of the harbour. The town began to
move backwards away from them. The breeze now became proper wind. Renate could
hardly keep her balance. The boat rolled from side to side and then as it
turned out of the harbour, it started to go up and down like a seesaw. One
moment the line where the sea and the sky met seemed to be up above her head,
the next minute she was looking down at it. She couldn’t work out where she
was. She began to feel dizzy. Perhaps it would be better if she went and sat
down.
She made her way
carefully down the steep staircase. The steps kept falling away from her and
then rushing up to meet her feet. Once she slipped and banged her hip into the
rail at the side.
The warmth
flooded over her as she arrived on the lower deck. For just a few seconds it
felt good. Then the smell of the closely packed passengers made her feel
slightly sick. Yes, she should go to the cabin now. Perhaps if she lay down she
would feel better.
She tried to
push her way through the crowds. It was even more difficult now, as the boat
was now moving up and down and from side to side at the same time. She
struggled to keep her balance.
“Watch what
you’re doing,” shouted one man angrily as she accidentally trod on his foot.
“I’m sorry,” she
managed to mutter as she then almost fell on woman who was trying to feed a
baby.
The boat lurched
to one side and then rose up in the air, crashing down suddenly, and then
juddering for a few seconds before once more springing up. She saw a small door
in front of her. She hoped that that was what it looked like. And even if it
wasn’t, at least she might be on her own in there so no-one could see what she
was about to do. The boat lurched to the other side. She pushed the door open
and just made it in time into one of the toilet cubicles. She vomited straight
into the pan. Perhaps that would make it better now.
It didn’t. Time
and time again, the acid yellow fluid came out of her mouth. Still the boat
moved around in every direction. Then it got worse. And finally there was no
more yellow fluid to come out of her stomach into her mouth but still her whole
body went into spasm and she retched with every movement of the boat. This
journey was going to take forever. Twelve hours, Fräulein Gottlieb had said.
Twelve hours of this. The boat rocked.
Her stomach retched. Over and over again. She wasn’t alone, she could hear.
Then she could smell other people’s vomit. That made her feel even worse.
Finally not able to hold herself up straight, she sank to the floor, hardly
able to move. She propped her chin over
the side of the toilet basin. Even as the retching continued, she felt her
eyelids close.
She must have
fallen asleep. There was a different sort of rocking. Somebody was shaking her.
“Renate!
Renate!” she heard a voice cry. “Oh, you poor child. Why didn’t you come and
find me?”
Renate looked up
to see Fräulein Gottlieb’s bright eyes looking into hers.
“Too sick,”
murmured Renate. “Had to stay by the toilet.”
“My dear, I’m so
sorry,” said Fräulein Gottlieb, helping Renate to her feet. “My poor, poor
girl. Just look at you. Let me help you get
cleaned up.” She tried to tug the
creases out of Renate’s crumpled dress and coat. “When Adelinde wished me
goodnight from the cabin, I’d assumed you were all there. Then I was busy with
one or two others who were also feeling sick. On my break I only meant to close
my eyes for a moment … then the rocking motion of the boat, you know … it
always sends me to sleep. Adelinde came to find me because you hadn’t got back
to the cabin. She was worried.”
Renate noticed
the boat was not moving so violently now. It was just rocking gently, like a
cradle. That would be soothing. And she felt so tired, oh so tired. She would
love to curl up now and be in a soft, cosy bed. But Fräulein Gottlieb was now
working at a vomit stain on the skirt of her dress. And actually, the smell of
other people’s vomit would have put her off sleeping.
“You should have
come to get me,” said Fräulein Gottlieb, “if you felt so poorly. I’m supposed
to be looking after you.”
The boat was
moving really slowly now.
“Come on, let’s
go and get some fresh air,” said Fräulein Gottlieb. “We ought to be able to see
some land now.”
Renate had
stopped feeling sick at least. But she was so weak, and her legs were wobbly.
The ferry was going really slowly now, and the rocking from side to side had
almost gone completely. Just a gentle seesaw pushed them up and down. Even so,
she had to lean on Fräulein Gottlieb as they made their way across the deck.
Other white faces looked at her and she was at least glad that she wasn’t the
only one who had felt so bad. But even the faces which didn’t look white looked
strained. Were they all dreading arriving in England as much as she was?
“You go up
first,” said Fräulein Gottlieb, when they arrived at the staircase. “Then I can
catch you if you fall.”
It took Renate
all of her strength to haul herself up to the last step of the steep stairway.
The cool wind took her breath away at first, but then she realized that it also
made her feel better. The sun was shining now and there were no clouds at all
in the sky. Perhaps this would be all right, after all. It was hard to believe
it had been so grey and cold when they’d set out.
They really were
not far from land now. The first bit of the harbour wall was just in front of
them. Renate could see some big cargo ships moored there. Cranes were loading
huge crates on to their big decks. Beyond that, black shiny roofs and white
buildings were gleaming in the sun. She had to shade her eyes to stop the
glare.
“Well,” said Fräulein
Gottlieb. “Here we are. Your new home. England.”
“Home?” said
Renate. That sounded a bit final.
“Your uncles
will be there to meet you,” whispered Fräulein Gottlieb, “once we’re in London. They’ll know how
to keep you safe.”
Renate looked
again at the town. It seemed to offer her no welcome.
You’re welcome to them, the filth.
Haven’t even got sea-legs. A proper German would know how to sail. A proper
Englishman would know how to sail. Not you.
