It was 1940-1943. I have memories from a bit later period. No matter of the different situation our family had a good life. Because we had a restaurant which worked all the time we couldn’t have lived poorly off. My father was in touch with traders of food and we were in no need of anything. But I remember that it was not allowed to eat meat on Wednesdays and Fridays. There was a special committee which went around the houses to check this. This showed that there was not enough food but I didn’t feel lack of food. But I can remember, for example, the Jew with the badges. They came to take food from the restaurant. They stayed outside, they couldn’t enter the restaurant. The Bulgarian people managed to save them from deporting; they didn’t take them away from the town. Celebrating the day of the Slavonic alphabet and culture
I remember the Levies who had houses and were one of the richest families; they came to the restaurant as well. I don’t remember the Germans but I remember the American bombers over Sofia and Bucharest. I remember when them dropping a bomb in our town by chance. They fell somewhere about today’s “Dunav”quarter. I remember being in bed, I heard the bomb explosion but I can’t remember if there were people killed. I remember very well how the authorities explained what we should do in case of bomb alarm, where to go. One day at noon we even watched the American squadron flying in our direction. All people shook in fear but the squadron was meant for Bucharest and it turned in that direction. The Russian army came on 8-th September 1944. In the morning one of our neighbours, who was a communist, told me that the Russian troops were expected to arrive that day so I decided to go and meet them. Some of the people waited them impatiently, others were afraid of their coming. A lot of people were in the centre and the street was narrow. Тhere were slogans: ” Welcome”. The army came in cars, jeeps and lorries. They had helmets on their heads. The soldiers were immediately аaccommodated in the houses of the population. My father had already been mobilized and the restaurant was closed but they wanted to use it as an officers’ club. My mother and grandmother went together to the commanding officer. My grandmother wouldn’t let her daughter-in- law alone there, because there were rumours about the behavior of the Russian soldiers. The commanding officer asked them to lock all that was valuable and let them in. When they went away, after some time, everything was in its place; nothing was missing, though on the ceiling were two rows of bottled wine and in the cellar there were also barrels with wine.
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