Ralph was your typical South African. He worked hard to support his family and raise his son, Norman, to be a principled man. Norman knew that his father was originally from Germany, and that his grandparents and uncle had been killed by the Nazis. But details were scarce, as Ralph rarely spoke about his past and conducted himself like most other South African fathers. Yet Norman recalls how every Sunday, his father would put on dress clothes and a bow tie, position himself in front of his typewriter, and write letters. He wrote for hours, but what he wrote was unknown.
Tragedy befell the Schwab family when Ralph was hit by a car and killed in 1971. His letters were forgotten, abandoned on a shelf in the family garage for over thirty years, until the end of 2009.
In 2008, Daniel, Ralph's grandson was in his parents' garage and noticed some boxes that didn't seem to fit the general theme of the work tools stored there. Curious, he opened them to see what they contained. What he found would affect his identity in profound ways. Letters, well over 2,000 of them, written in German, French and English, telling the stories of Ralph's family, friends, and of the Jewish community of their home town, Hanau, as they struggled with the new reality of Nazi Germany. Not only that, the letters also documented Ralph's determination after the war to discover what had happened to those he loved. Ralph had made carbon copies of almost every letter he wrote, and had kept the letters he had received in return. The letters contain descriptions of day-to-day life, such as the preparations for his brother Hans' Bar Mitzvah, as well as the efforts he made to help his family escape Nazi Germany. www.fromthingslost.com
He tightly grabs me by my waist and he holds me in place while I still continue to get captivated by whatever it is that is happening here.
"Tell me what you see."
He commands in a voice that sounds so beautifully smooth and pleasant to listen to.
My words are choked up and I can't even begin to explain what lies in those eyes of his.
Something about his presence is reeling me in, pulling me more soulfully closer to him, something that i am not even sure is possible but I feel this connection to him, this ancient ancient connection, like I had seen him before, like I had known him for a long time, a life time.
And the way he's holding me !!!
He feels familiar and yet I don't even know who this man is and it would be crazy if I told him that I've seen a Storm in his eyes, a storm that I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was beautiful and enchanting. Everything that he Is at the moment.
"Nothing... I didn't see anything."
I lie, as my mind fully gets back to me again, and the storm finally dissappears.
He let's go of me and i move to stand on my own.
He looks at the features all over my face before he furrows his thick brows, in concern while he continues to stand awfully close to me and gosh he smells so good.
A huge strike of lightning echoes outside before immediate rain starts pouring outside.
I could have sworn that there was a zero percent chance of rainfall tonight, it was clear and there were no clouds insight, the ocean below the balcony starts to get angry too as the waves get aggressive and the moon looks as vibrant as ever right now.
We both look outside before we look at each other again.
"Are you sure that you saw nothing ?"
He asks and I nod my head at him.
"Nothing..."