Resistance Women - Jennifer Chiaverini Page 0,5

Oberschule, and when Greta was older they had nearly burst with pride when she had been accepted into the University of Berlin. Determined to pay her own way, she had taken a work-study job looking after two dozen boys at an orphanage in Neukölln, a rough industrial neighborhood favored by Communists and laborers and the indigent. Her time at the orphanage had taught her that although her own family had struggled, others had suffered far greater hardships. She learned gratitude for what she had and compassion for the vast multitude of people who had far less. She acquired indignation for the suffering of the innocent and resolve to make their lot better, however she could, whenever she could.

Through it all, her parents had encouraged her and had taken great pride in her achievements. What would they think now that she had returned from her grand and glorious adventure in America with wonderful memories but no doctorate to show for all her hard work and all their sacrifice?

Greta’s apprehensions surged at the sight of her childhood home, three narrow stories of stone and plaster, modest but meticulously kept, reassuringly solid and enduring after Madison, where even the oldest buildings seemed startlingly new. But when she crossed the familiar threshold, her parents met her with warm embraces and tears of joy. She choked back sobs as she hugged them as hard as she dared, mindful of their new wrinkles, more silver in their hair, a slight stoop to her father’s back, and yet the same love and pride shining in their eyes.

At the dinner party the following evening, friends and family cheerfully proclaimed their certainty that she had represented Frankfurt an der Oder with honor and distinction. They were all so kind and proud that Greta briefly feared she had forgotten to tell them that she had not earned her degree.

The next morning, as she helped her mother tidy the kitchen after breakfast, she stoked her courage, took a deep breath, and said, “Mutti, I’m sorry I failed you and Papa.”

Her mother’s soft, round face creased in puzzlement. “What nonsense is this?”

“To travel so far and to be gone so long, when I could have been here helping the family, only to return empty-handed—”

“My dear child.” Her mother guided her into a seat at the kitchen table and sat down beside her. “You haven’t achieved your goal yet. That doesn’t mean you never will.”

“But I have no doctorate, no work—”

“So you’ll earn one and find the other.” Her mother regarded her with loving sympathy. “I know from your last letter that you’re exhausted and discouraged. Take some time off before you go back to school.”

“Mutti—” Greta chose her words carefully. “I don’t think my problems will be solved by a holiday.”

“Time off will do you good nonetheless. You couldn’t resume your studies in the middle of the term anyway.”

Her mother’s expression was so full of pride and confidence that Greta did not have the heart to confess her doubts. “I’ll have to find something to do in the meantime,” she said instead. “I thought I might look for a job in Berlin. I hate to leave you so soon after coming home—”

“Don’t worry about us. Of course you must go, unless you want to stay here and help me sew piecework.”

Greta suspected she would have more success in Berlin. After a few restful days with her family, she took the morning train to the capital, and by nightfall she had rented a furnished room in a boardinghouse, smaller and plainer than what she could have had for the same price in Madison, but clean and fairly quiet. The threadbare rug and faded curtains gave the room an air of weary futility, one she could all too well imagine steadily leaching into its occupant. She hoped it would not be long until she could afford a better place.

She had barely settled in when the devastating stock market crash in America rocked Europe. Thanks to her economics training, she understood the alarming implications for Germany even before the failing American banks desperately called in their foreign loans. The fragile German economy, already suffering from staggering inflation and unemployment, could not withstand the blow. Without foreign investment, factories closed, construction projects halted, and thousand of workers lost their jobs.

As the financial disaster unfolded, Greta struggled to secure an elusive university scholarship, to convince a professor to take her on, to find a job as a lecturer or a researcher or even a lowly assistant. There

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