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In 1947 she carried 4 ,500 displaced persons who unsuccessfully tried Jo break the British blockade of Palestine. After a three-mon- th pilgrimage that included mass hunger strikesy the passengers were sent back to Germany .The young woman who wrote this account noio lives in Israel and prefers to remain anonymous, but as a child she was one of the 4,500 refugees aboard the ship. This is her true story of the heartbreaking voyage that Leon Uris fictionalized in the novel, "Exodus") 1927-Exodu- . SAVff MAlf Mi "IWeairte" DtSKNSU SIT 1 A eh. M - (ff. 9f) bcWAaf mw UtWw ' WrnilUillKMAUVt !i I ! -- 12 or ANN DAVIDOW remember a dozen searchlights sweeping over Exodus1 I deck and blinding us. Then from the destroyers only a few feet away, the British threw strings of firecrackers at us bombs kept exploding, that sounded like pistol shots. Tear-ga- s making us choke and cry. Suddenly Exodus shuddered and seemed to stop. A British destroyer had rammed us. We began to sink on the starboard side Our hopes of eluding the blockade began to sink, too. The goal we were so close to seemed lost. Nothing I ever hoped for, or ever will hope for, was so mes getting to Palestine atthatiimec I was a girl then, who for eight years had knqwnbnly Soviet labor camps, displaced-persocompounds in Germany, and shacks along too many roads as a fleeing refugee. The German invaders had driven us from Warsaw to Russia, and I was always the alien, the stranger, the illegal visitor crossing borders with illegal passports and false names. Most of the other passengers aboard Exodus had been in everunoreJiorjibl&Joncgntrationcamps. Small wonder, then why all our hopes and dreams centered on getting to Palestine. Palestine wherejwe would have secure homes, where we would not have to worry that tomorrow we might be driven again onto the roads and into camps. But just 25 miles from the shores of our promised land,1 those strings of firecrackers came, and the British soldiers, stormed aboard Exodus on nets thrown over from their ships. Desperate, we fought them with anything we had athand potatoes, fire hoses, water Jbottles. My weapon was a hammer. Soldiers with their arms locked pushed me and about 30 other refugees into atiny cabin on the ''main deck. I was the. last one in, and after me came a British soldier who bolted the door. I looked at him, and I saw an enemy. I wanted to hit him with my hammer. But I didn't. Partly because I knew he might shoot my friends and me, but also because I saw his pale blue eyes and adolescent face not much older than . lets toys about her book, Draw Animals" "Let's! Let's find out together that it'8 simple to draw in stepseven more fun if the steps cure also tricks, set to rhvme. 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And so" I began to cry because I could not hit him, and because we would not get to Palestine, We were in the cabin for several hours. At first the people around me were quiet But one girl became hysterical. She screamed: "Let us outHYe're sinking! We'll drown!" Then the people began to sing "Hatikvah" (our anthem) and other songs, partly to drown out the girl's screaming and partly because singing always made us feel better. Exhausted, ' the girl finally stopped screaming. The melancholy songs ' brought from Europe and from the concentration camps continued, but I didn't sing. I couldn't stop crying. was still crying when the British soldier let us out of the cabin. The British, now in command of the crippled ship, were towing us into port. The strain had made me ill, so I ' satjlown on a wooden box with my head between my knees. A minute later a door opened just a crack behind me, and somebody whispered in Yiddish: "Any British out there?" I turned around and through the crack in the door I could see the face of one of our leaders., I told him there were no soldiers. 'Turn around and stay there," he said, "and if the, British come, close the door with your back." A little later a British sailor started down the deck, and I ' leaned against the door to close it. A few minutes later the door inched open again, and the inciz-laI Sr 11 v o o ik!cnaiA M to MtMl'IOkVi tSW lllltWSVlVS MV 4vsncmi ish had not found, and it was broadcasting to Palestine. As an obviously, sick girl, I was L perfect camouflage for tnem. AH morning long I kept watch. The sun beat down on the steel roof of the cabin, making it unbearably hot inside, and the men would come to the door to eet fresh air. DesDite the heat, I was wearing two blouses and two skirts, one of them woolen. I had put on the extra clothes before the attack in case our bundles were lost. About noon, a British soldier came by and offered me water from his canteen. I was terribly thirsty, but refused - himdefiantlyI think no w that oolishr Later in the afternoon the men came wearily out of the cabin; the radio was no longer working. I drank" some of the scarce water and crawled into the shade to sleep. t . V T W I" How the Exodus Was Named. During the nightmarish hours that followed, I know that we landed at Haifa and were herded aboard three British jhips. We were questioned and searched and prodded. ' The last glimpse I caught of Exodus was her name in white paint on her side. I had helped paint, that name .just the previous day after seeing a friend of mine, a Belgian, struggling with a long piece of board and some paint. He had explained he 'was going to paint "Haganah Ship Exodus 1947" on the board and hang it over the side. Until then our ship was officially the S.S. President Warfield. I wanted.to help him, so J picked , ud . the Daintbrush that was next to him. I put the brush in the cooking pot full of that he had, and then I stopped. He laughed because paint he knew what was troubling vme. I did not knoW How to ' ' write "Exodus" in English. He taught me, and together we painted the board. We alternated, first he took the brush, then I, and after a while the job was done. That is how our ship became Exodus. lT)iirintf-t- h lnnflalc a transfer J J - ' k -- -'U |
