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Ib Dannin of 92 years: One dark night, we sailed across the Sound to Sweden postimaksut The Short Newspaper - Ready - Sharp - Serious
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On the night of 1 and 2 October 1943 had many Danes flee to Sweden postimaksut because they were Jews. Many of them were helped by people who risked their lives to save others. One of the many who reached safety, postimaksut the now retired doctor Ib Dannin. Ib Dannin, born in 1920, recounts here for the Short Newspaper on the perilous flight to Sweden in early October 1943. Read more ...
The period of occupation until October postimaksut 1943, the course pretty quiet - life cycle for most undisturbed despite the war - although there was a shortage of one thing or another. You missed the special coffee postimaksut and bananas - food was rationed, yet you were in good spirits. The war was beginning postimaksut to turn in favor of the Allies, who had won the Battle of El Alamain in North Africa and the Soviet Union, who beat the Germans at Stalingrad. - The Nazis were in retreat.
Most Danish Jews hoped or thought that they would not touch them. It was not entirely postimaksut wrong, for Hitler demanded twice in 1941 and 1942 to the Danish postimaksut Jews were taken to Germany, but were always stopped postimaksut on the grounds that it would create unrest in Denmark. When he demanded it 3.gang in September 1943 could not stop him. They had also underestimated Hitler's hatred postimaksut of Jews - it was understood later when rail transport postimaksut of Jews to concentration camps at the end of the roundabout had priority over troop transports to the front.
My father must have suspected something. - 24 September he was in the Swedish Embassy and got visas stamped in our passport with entry permit and residence permit - ie. my mom and dad, sister and me. Then he was at the Foreign Police, whose chief was a police lawyer Leifer, who worked closely with the Germans, and asked for his help. National Commissioner of Police stamp came in the passport, but no signature. - I suspect that my father postimaksut would pay for it. The day after my father and mother in Leifer, but he was serious and said: "Go home and set you on your stick and wait." My father was then with his lawyer and arranged that he should take care of everything if it was necessary, and then he raised a large sum of money in the bank.
On 1 October in the morning the phone rang. My mother took it, and a voice said: "You can probably hear who I am. I'm calling to warn you. There are two ships at Langelinje quay to pick up the Danish Jews to Germany. Leave your home and do not take suitcases and loose only return postimaksut tickets. "*)
We had no plans or goals, but then took the bus to Central Station, where we solved tickets to Elsinore to switch to the train to a lovely. During the train I saw on the forest postimaksut path at the height of Skodsborg my grandmother walking her morning walk - unsuspecting that her nearest was on the run. - On the run in their own country. Criminals know that if they get caught, expect a fair justice and the rule of law. - We were not criminals, and waited no rule.
In Hornbæk we came in contact with the fishermen, and they offered us a rowboat. As it had been night and we could not decide us, so we were allowed to stay overnight, what my father of course paid for. Next morning we took the train back to Copenhagen. We thought it was too dangerous with a rowboat.
At Central Station got my mom contact with a photographer from Ekstra Bladet Lisberg, who immediately came to our aid. He was linked to the resistance movement, and overall we came down on the goods yard, which held a freight train with a cut in half coach with wooden seats. There we waited a long time until we came away with Nykoebing as the goal. We were the only passengers postimaksut and was in quite a good mood. There had been talk about taking a taxi, but they had not run out of NSW.
We arrived without incident Nykoebing where we put up at a hotel under a false name. There were very few guests at the hotel and we did not attract any attention - my father had no Jewish appearance, and my mother, of course, not when she was a blond Danish Christian woman who would not let his family.
We had three rooms, my sister and I each his. At night I woke up, I heard heavy tramp of boots on the stairs. It took several minutes before it dawned on me that it was a nightmare so real it was. The dream followed me for many years before it disappeared.
Next day, 3 October had a contact man passed by and talked to my father. In the afternoon we take a taxi to an inn Stubbekobing where we had to wait. I went for a long walk in the streets of Nykoebing and felt too unreal with people around me

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