Table Of ContentThe War Diaries
of
Lensgrevinde Lucie-Marie Ludovika
Anastasia Adelheid Karola Hedevig
Reventlow
1940- 1945
Family Tree
A
Christian-Einar
Agnes M. Moltke
F.L.E. Reventlow
Divorced
First Marriage
Curt l.H.G.M.E.E.Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow ___ Anna-Ermegård Abela Reventlow
John Patrick Boswell ____ Lucie C.C.J. Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow Annabella
(called Be) First marriage John
James
Patrick
Curt l.H.G.M.E.E.Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow is brother to Lucie-Marie L.A.A.K.H. Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow
B
Christian-Einar Lucie-Marie L.A.A.K.H.
F.L.E. Reventlow H a u gwitz-Hardenberg-
Second Marriage Reventlow First marriage
Patrick H. Grinling ___ Benedicte C.H.S.E.M.M.A. Reventlow called Benika Christian
Gavin
Rupert (Gorm)
Christian D.E.P.F. Reventlow Anastasia (Anafia)
Erik Mourier ___ Naka Reventlow called Besa Ove
Alli
Steen
Suzanne
C
Bertram Walker Lucie-Marie L.A.A.K.H.
called Bertie Haugwitz-Hardenberg-
Reventlow, called Mum
Second marriage
Christian-Einar died in 1929 and Lucie-Marie married Bertram in 1940
The
journey
from
Brahetrolleborg,
Fyn,
Denmark,
to
England.
Isaiah:
35
As
birds
Alying
so
will
the
Lord
of
Hosts
defend
Jerusalem;
defending
also
he
will
deliver
it;
and
passing
over
he
will
preserve
it.
England
Brahetrolleborg
I
am
homesick
for
you
–
I
see
you
in
the
night,
peaceful
and
calm
with
dark
spires
standing
clearly
against
the
moonlit
sky
and
the
Great
Bear
just
over
the
church
with
the
North
Star
over
the
bell
tower,
and
I
see
you
in
daytime,
now
in
these
October
days
when
the
chestnut
avenue
is
golden
and
a
smell
of
moist
leaves
hangs
all
around
now
when
the
leaves
are
falling
all
over
the
lawn.
I
am
longing
to
sweep
them
up
as
I
always
do.
Hans
Peter
will
make
tidy
heaps
around
the
trees,
brown
golden
heaps
out
of
which
a
few
chestnuts
peep
like
lovely
gypsy
eyes
–
the
geese
will
be
back
from
their
autumn
trip
to
the
sea
and
hundreds
of
duck
will
take
shelter
on
the
lake
from
shooting
parties
and
I
pray
that
their
sanctuary
is
safe.
The
old
heron
will
sit
like
a
tall
immovable
sentinel
on
the
large
Douglas
Air
and
there
will
still
be
autumn
crocus
and
the
last
oh
so
sweet
honeysuckle
and
just
a
few
white
roses
–
why
are
the
last
roses
always
white,
the
yard
will
be
empty
except
for
a
dog
or
two
lying
on
the
doorstep
in
the
sun
–
perhaps
a
tradesman’s
car
will
call
and
rouse
them
and
the
dead
leaves
will
whirl
in
the
wind
in
the
corner
near
the
kitchen,
as
they
always
do,
and
have
done
for
centuries.
Symbols
of
all
those
who
have
come
to
you
Trolleborg,
danced
about,
whirled
in
the
wind
and
have
gone.
And
the
door
to
the
archives
will
be
closed
with
the
red
vine
growing
low
over
it.
I
wonder,
will
they
cut
it
and
notice
how
low
it
grows
when
I
am
away?
My
archives,
where
I
spent
so
very
many
hours
among
all
these
volumes
and
volumes
of
letters
–
thoughts
resting
from
the
world
and
the
turmoil
of
life,
thoughts,
stories
written
down
and
almost
forgotten,
never
to
be
read
again
perhaps
and
their
writers
gone
to
where
they
no
more
need
to
see
through
a
glass
darkly,
but
face
to
face
with
all
that
is
good
–
God.
For
you
my
archive
I
am
writing
this
my
story;
not
for
publication,
posterity
or
any
other
reason
but
that
this
little
book
may
rest
there
with
all
the
others
written
by
those
who
have
lived
at
Trolleborg
and
loved
it
and
helped
to
build
it
to
what
it
is,
strong.
I
wonder,
did
any
love
you
as
I
do
and
bear
such
longing,
such
homesickness?
Oh
to
see
your
lovely
lovely
trees
–
every
one
of
them
I
know
like
a
friend.
I
long
to
put
my
head
against
you
and
say
–
“Home
is
the
sailor,
home
from
the
sea”
–
or
home
is
your
child,
home
from
the
war.
God
bless
you
Trolleborg
and
you
my
children
who
will
live
there
and
love
it
and
cherish
it
and
plant
their
trees.
February
28
th
1940
When
Besa
my
daughter
wrote
to
me
that
she
would
like
to
get
married
I
had
a
feeling
I
must
go
and
get
her
settled
before
Hitler
did
anything
to
Denmark
and
I
Alew
on
February
28th.
1940,
from
London
to
Amsterdam
-‐
with
Else
Reventlow
to
Amsterdam.
We
spent
many
hours
at
the
airport
waiting
for
fog
over
Denmark
to
lift,
no
chance
they
said
in
the
end,
we
should
have
to
spend
the
night,
so
we
went
to
a
hotel
–
driven
by
Gunnar
Larsen
who,
I
am
glad
to
say,
I
told
what
I
thought
of
the
Nazis.
Amsterdam
was
a
blaze
of
light,
they
put
on
every
light
available
so
as
not
to
be
bombed
by
mistake.
After
the
London
blackout
this
was
dazzling
and
Else
and
I
went
sightseeing
lights
and
could
not
see
enough.
We
saw
also
quite
international
crowds
and
people
speaking
German
which
seemed
queer,
one
felt
ones
enemies
had
got
nearer
somehow
and
on
the
other
hand
they
were
not
enemies
any
longer
because
one
need
not
fear
them.
�1
I
wonder
how
much
better
off
Europe
would
be
now
if
one
had
feared
these
German
“tourists”
a
little
more,
but
then
the
5th
Column
had
not
been
invented
nor
the
word
Quisling
and
there
was
no
Blitzkrieg
only
a
Sitzkrieg.
We
started
early
next
morning.
Elsa,
our
three
torpedoed
Danish
seamen,
who
were
so
very
shaken
and
nervous,
and
about
20
other
Danes.
We
soon
got
off
in
a
big
Fokker,
warm
and
comfy
above
the
clouds,
4000
m
high,
which
seemed
to
affect
the
hearing
of
the
passengers.
We
Alew
from
7
a.m.
to
2
p.m.
when
we
suddenly
and
slowly
started
to
come
down!
More
ear
popping
and
then
we
were
in
winter,
a
snowstorm
and
Denmark!
We
came
down
over
a
lake.
All,
every
one
of
us,
guessed
where
we
were
and
all
guessed
different
and
all
guessed
wrong,
for
we
had
come
to
Copenhagen
from
the
North
and
were
over
the
Furesø.
It
got
so
bumpy
that
one
could
hardly
keep
sitting
down
and
then
there
Alashed
the
electric
sign
“put
on
your
straps”
and
we
were
over
Copenhagen.
I
saw
Langelinie
Pavilion,
the
Airst
known
landmark
and
then
the
aerodrome
and
“is
it
real?”
said
Else
“are
we
really
home?
Oh
look
a
Dannebrog”
and
there
it
was,
brave
in
the
snow,
and
we
had
come
home.
Travelling
with
a
Diplomat
eases
all
the
custom
paraphernalia
and
then
an
ofAicial
came
and
said
to
me,
“there
is
a
plane
for
Esbjerg
and
one
for
Aalborg
if
you
like!”
to
which
I
said
grandly:
“Nej
tak,
jeg
skal
til
Fyn”.
Had
I
but
known!
The
Big
Belt
had
been
icebound
for
months
and
they
had
a
bus
service
over
it
from
Korsør
to
Nyborg
lit
up
by
electric
lamps
all
on
the
ice.
I
went
to
the
hotel
Phoenix
and
rang
up
home
and
heard
all
their
voices
and
then
talked
to
the
porter
who
told
me
a
boat,
an
icebreaker,
was
sailing
that
afternoon.
So
I
had
lunch
with
Malte
Bruhn
who
wanted
to
know
all
about
English
friends
I
had
never
heard
about
and
then
got
to
the
station,
but
it
proved
easier
to
get
from
London
to
Copenhagen
than
from
Copenhagen
to
Fyn.
When
we
got
to
Korsør
all
rushed
and
when
we,
who
had
been
at
the
end
of
the
train
got
to
the
icebreaker
the
captain
said
“no
more,
I
can
have
200
passengers
and
have
already
250”,
so
20
of
us
were
left
behind,
and
I
felt
terrible,
still
there
might
be
a
boat
next
day
and
there
was
the
telephone.
Korsør
was
crowded
but
I
got
a
room
and
walked
about
and
longed
for
it
to
be
next
day,
and
next
day
there
was
another
icebreaker
and
more
people,
crowds
and
crowds
and
where
you
stood
or
sat
down
you
had
to
stay,
too
full
to
move.
Still
we
got
across
at
dusk
to
Knudshoved,
and
there
were
Besa
and
Curt
and
Naka
and
a
car
and
we
drove
home
to
Rocca
as
they
said
Trolleborg
had
to
be
warmed
Airst
and
Naka
had
arranged
dinner
for
us
at
Obisch
with
Erik
Mourier
who
was
suddenly
one
of
the
family
and
very
shy
with
me.
And
I
was
home.
Then
we
got
settled
at
Trolleborg,
Besa
and
I,
and
started
preparing
for
her
trousseau
and
wedding.
She
Aixed
it
for
April
6th,
a
Saturday,
as
Erik
could
not
Aind
time
before,
on
account
of
the
spring
sowing,
spring
indeed!
Although
it
was
March
it
felt
like
January
and
I
went
every
day
into
the
yard
and
moved
a
little
snow
away
to
where
it
could
melt
easier.
Much
had
been
frozen,
but
the
snow
had
saved
much
also.
We
went
to
Copenhagen,
Besa
and
I
for
a
week
and
had
a
lovely
time
buying
clothes,
curtains
and
all
sorts
of
things.
I
think
she
got
all
she
wanted
and
a
lovely
wedding
gown
by
Balenciaga,
she
looked
beautiful
in
it.
Copenhagen
seemed
cheerful
but
apprehensive
like
a
landscape
in
the
sun
with
the
thunderclouds
coming
up.
In
all
the
hotels
you
heard
more
German
than
Danish
and
nobody
seemed
to
think
that
there
was
any
danger
in
that.
I
remember
wondering
why
so
many
Germans
came
to
Denmark
and
hoping
the
blockade
was
taking
effect.
The
Altmark
episode
had
just
happened
and
there
were
heated
discussions
about
it,
very
heated,
most
people
blamed
the
Norwegians
for
not
controlling
their
waters
better.
But
still,
if
anybody
had
asked
any
of
us
where
we
had
thought
the
war,
when
it
came,
would
really
break
out,
not
one
of
us
would
have
said
Norway.
�2
Finland
was
on
her
last
lap
and
like
Quentin
Reynolds
later
on
said
of
America
to
England,
the
Scandinavian
countries
were
giving
Finland
every
aid
short
of
help.
I
have
always
felt
a
little
sick
about
Denmark,
Norway
and
Sweden
and
their
help
for
Finland,
some
Aine
volunteers
went
over
and
died
as
Mannerheim
said
of
Erhardt
Frijs
“for
Denmark's
honour
and
Finland’s
cause.”
But
oh
so
few,
money,
clothes,
ambulances,
but
oh
“we
are
neutrals!”
When
will
Denmark
learn
that
it
is
not
possible
to
be
neutral
in
this
war.
You
need
not
hate,
you
need
perhaps
not
even
Aight
but
neutral
you
cannot
be,
even
if
your
own
thinking
will
allow
you
to
be
so.
Hitler
will
not
for
he
says,
like
a
greater
man
than
he
said
“who
is
not
for
me
is
against
me.”
We
had
a
lovely
wedding,
a
lovely
day,
a
lovely
bride.
All
was
well
and
how
we
all
enjoyed
ourselves,
we
danced,
we
laughed,
we
dined
and
tried
not
to
think
of
those
mines
in
Norwegian
waters
and
of
the
German
broadcasts,
which
tried
to
make
us
think
that
England
wanted
to
invade
Norway.
“What
do
you
think
of
it?”
somebody
asked
me.
“I
think
they
want
to
do
it
themselves”
I
said.
“That
is
their
way
of
preparing
Germany
for
it.”
Still
we
had
a
lovely
wedding
and
the
last
happy
day
in
Denmark.
Besa
and
Erik
left
and
all
the
guests
left
the
next
day
April
7th.
Only
Margrethe
stayed
with
me
on
her
way
to
Jutland
to
see
her
aunt.
I
said
when
I
heard
the
news
“I
should
go
home”
but
she
did
not
believe
me
and
had
a
terrible
day
going
back
to
Laaland
amongst
German
tanks,
lorries
and
convoys,
and
had
to
spend
the
night
in
her
car
at
the
police
station
of
Korsør
for
safety.
On
the
8th
all
papers
had
headlines
inspired
by
German
broadcast
“England
is
ready
to
invade
Norway”
and
I
said
to
Naka
“if
they”,
meaning
the
Germans
–
“do
not
come
tomorrow
they
will
not
come.”
Maddie
and
I
worked
all
afternoon
to
put
our
silver
away
behind
the
books
in
the
hidden
room
in
the
library
and
went
to
bed
hoping
against
my
own
convictions.
Morning
of
April
9th
I
turned
on
my
wireless
very
early
and
learned
on
the
short
wave
via
London
that
there
was
a
message
from
Washington
that
Germany
had
invaded
Denmark.
I
sat
up
in
bed
horriAied
and
at
the
same
time,
right
across
my
window
on
the
same
level,
the
Airst
big
German
bomber!
I
saw
the
big
black
plane,
with
the
big
black
cross
and
that
horrible
Swastika!
One
more
and
another
and
many,
I
waited
for
the
bombs,
none
came,
but
the
noise
of
hell
seemed
let
loose.
I
pulled
down
my
blinds
and
dressed
with,
I
confess,
shaking
Aingers
and
trembling
knees.
I
was
all
alone
in
Trolleborg
except
for
the
servants
in
another
wing.
I
put
on
the
Danish
wavelength
but
Kalundborg,
as
I
heard
later,
was
already
German
controlled
and
I
was
doing
morning
exercises
just
as
usual
and
here
all
those
bombers
which
didn't
seem
overhead
but
roundabout.
I
think
I
never
dressed
so
quickly
and
went
down
to
the
kitchen
where
the
servants
were
all
huddled
together
in
a
corner,
bewildered,
frightened,
“what
has
happened,
have
they
come,
what
are
we
to
do?”
they
asked
me.
I
said
“pray
for
Denmark
and
let's
be
calm.”
There
was
nothing
to
do.
I
took
my
car
and
went
to
Naka
and
the
Guides’
school,
more
white
faces
there,
and
everybody
asking
“are
we
Aighting,
oh
surely
we
are
Aighting!”
We
were
all,
in
our
hearts,
echoing
that
same
prayer!
“What
do
we
do?”
asked
Naka.
“I
don't
know”
I
said,
”let's
wait
but
to
take
the
girls
out
of
their
uniforms
and
keep
them
inside,
don't
let
them
into
the
street,
I
must
go
back
to
my
house.”
When
I
got
into
the
courtyard
there
was
a
car,
Kamma’s
father,
our
grocer,
had
come
to
tell
us
the
news
and
he
brought
one
of
those
leaAlets
the
Germans
had
dropped
over
Denmark,
a
small
green
bit
of
paper,
printed
in
Norwegian,
telling
us
the
Germans
had
come
to
protect
us
from
the
English
and
nothing
would
happen
if
we
were
quiet
and
did
as
we
were
told
-‐
it
was
signed
Kaupisch,
Commandant
of
Copenhagen.
I
stared
at
it,
I
could
not
believe
my
eyes,
“what
are
we
doing?”
I
asked
“they
are
Aighting
on
the
border
I
hear”
he
said
“the
German
Aleet
have
taken
all
Danish
waters,
all
railway
stations
are
in
German
hands,
so
are
the
Post
OfAice,
telephone
exchange,
everything”,
and
then
the
wireless
started.
�3
Kalundborg
with
the
same
proclamation
from
Kaupisch
over
and
over
again,
every
hour,
we
listened,
all
of
us,
and
Kamma’s
father,
in
my
large
kitchen
with
the
sun
streaming
through
the
windows
and
the
morning
dew
on
every
grass
and
bush,
a
lovely
day
that
day
we
lost
our
honour.
I
kept
thinking,
oh
why
don't
they
bomb
us
we
ought
to
be
dead.
I
went
out
into
the
hall
and
looked
at
all
the
weapons
hanging
on
the
walls,
all
old,
obsolete,
like
the
defensive
spirit
of
the
nation.
I
went
back
to
the
kitchen
and
we
all
had
breakfast
there,
also
the
grocer.
We
all
felt
we
must
keep
together.
At
nine
came
the
King's
proclamation
asking
us
to
keep
quiet
and
telling
us
Denmark,
under
protest,
had
accepted
the
invasion,
and
asking
us
not
to
Aight.
We
later
heard
that
he
himself
had
come
out
of
Amalienborg
and
had
stopped
the
Aighting.
Stauning
had
come
to
him
in
the
early
morning
hours,
in
one
hand
an
order
for
general
mobilisation,
in
the
other
hand
the
German
conditions
“you
must
sign
the
mobilisation
order
your
Majesty”
he
said.
“No”
said
the
King
–“if
you
had
listened
to
me
20
years
ago
and
we
had
a
Navy
and
an
Army,
we
could
Aight,
but
now
it
would
be
murder
of
the
civilians
only.”
What
the
German
conditions
were,
we
were
never
told,
but
we
heard
them
later,
when
we
heard
what
Norway
had
refused
to
accept,
and
what
we
had
to
bear
-‐
German
control
of
ports,
railways
and
broadcasting,
German
control
of
all
army
material,
censorship,
blackout
and
much
much
more,
we
never
stopped
Ainding
out
more
as
the
time
went
on.
What
we
found
out
Airst
was
rumours,
they
started
with
the
invasions,
and
it
became
almost
an
art
to
discern
between
rumours
and
truth,
they
seemed
to
be
dovetailed,
the
postman
would
come
and
say
a
thousand
Germans
had
been
killed
on
the
border
and
several
thousand
wounded,
and
such
rumours,
which
made
us
all
shiver
and
wonder
but
generally
boiled
down
to
very
small
numbers.
Bombing
too
but
although
the
Germans
dropped
a
few
bombs
the
Airst
day
all
the
bombing
was
done
by
the
English
and
was
welcomed.
But
to
go
back
to
April
9th,
I
was
in
my
library
walking
up
and
down
like
a
lion
in
a
cage
and
waiting
for
the
Germans
when
Curt
arrived,
he
said
“I
have
come
to
ask
you
not
to
say
anything
to
them
when
they
come.”
I
snorted,
I
think
I
must
have
spat
like
a
cat,
I
felt
like
a
tiger
and
said
“I,
not
say
anything,
when
all
I
am
grateful
about
is
that
they
are
Germans
and
not
Russians
because
in
German
anyhow
I
can
tell
them
what
I
think
of
them”.
“You
will
be
shot”,
he
said
sadly.
“It
will
be
an
honour”
I
said.
He
sat
down
heavily
in
a
chair.
“I
dare
not
leave
you”,
so
there
he
sat
for
two
or
three
hours,
but
no
German
came,
only
the
bombers
in
the
air,
those
were
the
only
Germans
we
saw,
day
and
night
they
Alew
transport
-‐
bombers
-‐
Aighters
all
the
time,
we
knew
where
they
went,
to
Norway,
where
they
were
Aighting
hard
and
stubbornly,
and
all
our
hearts
were
with
them
praying
that
English
help
would
come
and
save
them
and
us.
I
was
terribly
worried
about
Besa
and
Erik
on
their
honeymoon,
all
I
knew
was
that
they
were
somewhere
in
Jutland
and
I
thought
surely
they
will
come
home
at
once
and
I
started
expecting
them
every
moment,
hoping
they
would
come
home
unhurt.
About
Aive
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
they
had
not
come
and
I
was
getting
very
worried,
then
the
agent
arrived.
Oh
good
I
thought,
he
will
bring
some
news,
but
he
had
only
come
to
tell
me
that
the
Germans
had
ordered
a
complete
blackout
for
that
very
night.
I
had
not
listened
to
the
wireless
any
more
knowing
it
was
German
controlled.
Black
out
Trolleborg
in
two
hours,
impossible.
I
rushed
upstairs
and
stared
at
the
windows,
so
many
and
so
big.
I
rang
up
Snedker
Hanson,
he
was
out,
so
I
went
to
fetch
Maddie
and
Mrs.
Soun,
and
we
fetched
all
the
funeral
paraphernalia
from
the
attic
and
with
this
and
most
of
the
curtains
available
we
contrived
to
black
out
kitchen,
scullery
and
library.
Next
morning
Snedker
Hanson
arrived
with
reams
of
black
paper
and
lined
the
double
windows
with
it.
All
this
work
brought
me
past
dinnertime
and
still
no
children.
At
last
about
11p.m.
they
arrived,
very
excited,
very
tired,
having
driven
from
Aarhus
ever
since
2
p.m.
for
hours
and
hours
on
the
road
meeting
German
columns,
tanks,
transports,
guns
etc.
all
the
time.
�4
They
told
me
that
they
slept
late
on
the
9th
and
at
about
10
a.m.
Erik
awoke
and
saw
a
large
plane,
from
his
bed,
thank
God
he
thought
at
least
we
seem
to
have
some
decent
Aighter
planes
and
went
to
sleep
again
-‐
a
little
later
another
plane
-‐
he
got
up
to
have
a
look
at
it
and
saw
the
Swastika.
“Really”
he
said
to
Besa
“these
Germans
are
too
cheeky,
here
is
one
Alying
over
Danish
territory”
then
he
went
to
sleep
again.
When
they
went
down
to
lunch
at
about
one
they
had
a
table
near
the
window
and
suddenly
saw
a
German
dispatch
rider
-‐
“what
is
he
doing
here”
they
asked
the
waiter,
people
at
the
other
tables
began
to
smile,
they
told
them,
we
are
invaded,
you
had
better
try
to
go
home
to
Trolleborg
if
you
can.
Besa
asked
them
how
they
knew
they
were
from
Trolleborg;
they
said
they
had
seen
their
pictures
in
the
papers.
The
manager
came
and
told
them
all
the
news,
he
also
told
them
that
they
probably
would
not
be
able
to
get
across
the
Little
Belt
Bridge,
as
that
was
in
German
hands.
Well
they
went
and
all
the
time
as
they
went
past
German
convoys,
magniAicently
equipped
they
said,
sometimes
they
were
stopped,
and
Besa
parlayed
with
them,
they
laughed
at
her
German
and
let
them
pass.
At
the
Belt
more
soldiers
and
guards
–
Besa
showed
her
lovely
little
face
and
on
they
went
to
Fyn,
apparently
the
only
people
to
get
across
that
day,
showing
that
even
German
soldiers
can
succumb
to
a
pretty
smile.
They
were
on
their
best
behaviour
those
troops
and
all
men
had
been
told
that
Denmark
had
asked
them
to
help
and
to
come
and
defend
them
against
an
English
invasion.
Some
of
them
were
the
same
boys,
grown
up,
that
we
had
saved
from
starvation
and
nursed
back
to
health
here
in
Denmark
after
the
last
war.
Two
of
them
committed
suicide
when
they
went
to
see
their
foster
parents
and
had
learned
the
truth
about
the
invasion.
The
German
planes
Alew
very
low,
so
low
that
in
two
or
three
places
they
took
off
the
top
of
the
trees
and
every
time
a
plane
came
I
used
to
worry
about
the
storks’
nest.
The
storks
looked
very
frightened
at
Airst,
but
got
used
to
things
eventually
poor
dears,
we
never
got
used
to
them.
I
did
a
lot
of
work
in
my
garden
and
every
plane
I
heard
I
turned
my
back
upon,
that
seemed
to
make
them
angry,
for
whenever
I
did
that
they
came
a
little
lower
down
just
to
terrorise.
I
had
a
woodman
working
on
the
estate
chopping
down
dead
branches
when
one
of
these
planes
Alew
over
him;
he
lifted
his
arm
with
the
axe
in
his
hand
at
them.
A
few
days
later
the
local
policeman
came
to
see
him,
Germans
did
everything
through
the
Danish
authorities.
“You
are
Ained”,
he
said
to
the
woodman,
“80
Kroner
for
insulting
the
German
Luftwaffe.”
“I
never
talked
to
them
nor
did
anything”,
the
woodman
said.
“Nevertheless
you
have
to
pay”
said
the
policeman,
and
out
of
his
pocket
he
produced
a
photo
taken
from
the
air
of
the
woodman
raising
his
axe.
Sowing
was
very
late
this
cold
spring
and
in
April
we
were
still
ploughing
and
blasting
stones
we
found
in
the
Aield.
One
day
we
did
a
specially
big
one
and
a
few
seconds
after
the
blast
was
heard
three
German
planes
arrived
and
circled
over
the
place,
much
to
the
horror
of
the
‘husmænd’.
They
were
everywhere
at
all
times.
We
lived
on
the
wireless
and
the
English
news
–
Pastor
Clausen
who
had
no
shortwave
set
used
to
ring
me
every
day
and
ask
what
is
the
news,
we
thought
that
was
a
little
dangerous
so
he
said
“what
is
the
weather?”
but
even
that
was
risky
as
all
telephones
were
tapped,
so
I
went
to
him
daily
with
the
reports.
We
were
much
cheered
by
the
news
that
a
B.E.F.
had
started
from
Norway,
wonderfully
equipped
with
the
help
of
Arctic
explorers
they
told
us,
and
complete
even
to
reindeer
from
the
zoo
I
suppose!
There
were
marvellous
reports
of
German
shipping
losses,
and
then
came
all
these
Norwegian
names
Elverum
–
Bergen
–
Narvik
–
a.s.o.,
and
all
the
time
planes
-‐
planes
-‐
planes,
carrying
more
men,
more
tanks,
more
guns
to
Norway,
and
we
could
do
nothing
to
stop
them.
Day
and
night
they
went,
backwards
and
forwards,
bombers,
Aighters,
Red
Cross
planes
and
these
huge
transport
planes,
all
to
Norway.
�5
The
rumours
increased,
thousands
of
dead
German
soldiers
were
washed
ashore,
thousands
refused
to
go
aboard
German
transport
ships
at
Frederikshavn
and
were
shot
by
their
own
people.
Hamburg
was
in
revolution,
in
Kiel
they
spat
at
the
name
of
Hitler,
oh
to
be
able
to
know
what
was
the
truth,
one
felt
like
Pilate
without
power
or
responsibility.
The
Swedish
broadcasts
told
us
of
great
British
and
Norwegian
progress
in
Norway
-‐
I
wondered
if
they
were
German
inspired
-‐
alas
they
were
not
true
except
round
about
Narvik.
For
eight
days
the
Navy
seemed
supreme
in
the
Norwegian
waters,
sinking
many
German
ships,
several
on
the
Swedish
news
two
or
three
times
over,
then
we
heard
no
more.
It
was
some
time
in
the
middle
of
April
that
my
son-‐in-‐law
came
to
me.
“Anyhow”
he
said
“we
need
not
worry
any
more
about
our
butter
and
bacon,
the
Germans
are
buying
it
all,
at
the
price
we
ask,
so
farming
will
do
well
under
the
invasion.”
I
just
laughed
at
him
and
told
him
he
would
know
better
if
he
had
been
old
enough
to
remember
the
last
war.
And
I
was
right,
the
Germans
bought
all
they
could
lay
their
hands
upon
and
paid
in
Marks,
these
Marks
the
farmers
could
change
at
the
National
bank
from
Kroner,
which
was
alright,
not
so
alright
was
the
fact
that
the
National
bank
did
not
get
their
money
back
but
this
was
put
down
as
a
forced
loan
which
Denmark
was
giving
Germany.
In
addition
Germany
was
charging
Denmark
one
million
Kroner
daily
for
the
‘protection’
alias
invasion.
Already
in
May
an
ofAicial
of
the
National
bank
said
to
me
“we
are
ruined.”
One
afternoon
Curt
came
home
having
bicycled
to
Ove´s,
the
Germans
had
taken
every
drop
of
petrol
that
was
in
the
country,
and
told
us
sad
stories
of
betrayal
and
Quislingism
in
our
own
country.
It
seemed
for
example
that
all
the
ofAicers
who
were
at
Dragør
and
TreKroner
had
been
given
land
leave,
the
night
from
the
8th
to
the
9th
of
April,
and
all
such
sad
sad
news.
I
went
into
a
shop
in
Svenborg
to
buy
a
war
map
of
Norway,
the
man
said
“I
have
an
excellent
one
made
in
Germany”
so
I
said
“give
me
one
not
so
good
but
made
here”
he
nearly
kissed
me
and
then
he
started
talking
“and
one
thing
I
am
sure”
he
said
“after
all
this
war
is
over
we
shall
hang
all
our
own
people
who
have
betrayed
us.”
There
was
much
sabotage,
two
or
three
of
our
big
ferries
were
sunk
or
severely
damaged,
so
the
Germans
searched
all
our
luggage
when
we
crossed
the
Belt
but
they
used
our
own
Statspoliti
to
do
it
and
they
were
not
so
very
thorough.
Trains
were
incredibly
late,
I
never
found
out
the
reason
for
that
and
not
only
late
but
slow.
I
went
to
Odense
one
day
and
instead
of
the
usual
40
minutes
to
get
there
it
took
me
5
hours
each
way.
It
took
people
nearly
24
hours
to
go
to
Copenhagen.
One
thing
I
want
to
make
it
clear
and
sure
for
all
times
and
that
is
the
fact
that
the
bulk
of
the
Germans
never
came
to
Denmark,
they
were
there
and
had
been
there
for
months.
It
was
all
prepared
to
the
very
last
detail.
The
morning
of
the
9th,
out
of
every
shop,
every
bank,
every
hotel
and
nearly
every
house
in
Copenhagen
there
walked
German
soldiers
and
took
up
their
appointed
positions,
then
they
took
every
bicycle
they
could
lay
their
hands
on
-‐
and
many
there
are
in
Copenhagen
and
piled
them
house
high
in
the
main
thoroughfare,
one
at
each
end
of
Copenhagen,
stopping
all
the
trafAic
and
keeping
everybody
away,
until
they
had
occupied
all
stations,
Post
OfAices,
barracks
and
wireless
stations.
The
manager
of
the
Hotel
d’Angleterre
said
that
a
very
nice
British
ofAicer
arrived
in
Copenhagen
about
Christmas
1939
and
took
rooms
in
the
hotel,
he
was
extremely
nice
and
when
the
invasion
came
the
manager
thought
I
must
not
let
him
be
caught
–
I
must
warn
him,
he
went
upstairs
to
his
room
and
found
him
in
German
uniform.
Somebody
asked
the
German
soldiers
how
it
was
that
they
could
speak
Danish
and
the
answer
was
“oh
we
have
learned
Danish
ever
since
September
39.”
We
were
now
at
the
end
of
April
and
there
were
rumours
of
large
transports
of
German
troops
going
south,
things
were
going
well
for
the
Germans
in
Norway,
B.E.F
had
left
and
only
Narvik
was
still
in
English
hands,
The
King
and
the
Government
were
in
England,
and
so
I
hope
were
the
reindeer.
�6
We
wondered
why
all
these
troop
transports
were
going
south,
I
was
vaguely
and
fearfully
thinking
of
Belgium,
and
on
May
10th
we
again
heard
all
the
familiar
talk
of
England
threatening
to
invade
Holland
and
Belgium,
while
the
Germans
were
bombing
Rotterdam
and
had
invaded
both
these
countries
themselves.
Naka
said
to
me,
“have
they
already
found
the
papers
to
prove
that
these
countries
are
plotting
with
France
and
England?”
I
said
“not
yet,
but
as
the
Americans
say,
they
sure
will”,
and
so
they
did
–
somewhere
in
Belgium,
I
think
in
an
empty
train
or
somewhere
like
that.
I
remember
wondering
how
it
would
ever
have
been
possible
for
the
English
to
get
them
there
and
the
Reichstag
was
called
together
and
the
decisive
proofs
were
given
to
the
poor
German
sheep
that
England
was
again
the
only
culprit
planning
to
invade
Belgium,
Holland,
Luxembourg,
the
moon!
And
then
suddenly
the
German
armies
became
like
lava,
burning
lava
and
went
on
and
on,
nothing
seemed
able
to
stop
them,
they
were
in
Holland,
they
were
in
Luxembourg,
they
were
getting
near
France,
and
oh
horror
one
morning
we
were
told
of
another
B.E.F.
going
to
Belgium.
I
could
bear
it
no
longer,
I
said
“I
must
go
back
to
England,
I
am
still
a
warden,
I
might
be
needed,
all
is
calm
here
and
anyhow
I
can
do
nothing
and
if
England
is
to
be
bombed
I
must
be
where
Carl
and
Benika
are.
Poor
Naka,
it
nearly
broke
my
heart
to
see
her,
she
was
good
to
me,
she
made
no
objection,
I
shall
always
bless
her
for
her
unselAishness.
The
Germans
had
put
a
penalty
of
death
upon
leaving
the
country
without
permission,
so
I
had
to
see
what
I
could
do.
I
went
to
Copenhagen
via
Laaland
as
the
Big
Belt
was
closed
owing
to
the
ferries
being
sabotaged.
I
stayed
one
night
with
Margrethe
Reventlow
at
Rudbjergaard
and
told
her
I
was
trying
to
get
to
England,
impossible
she
said,
utterly
impossible.
Well
I
said
I
can
only
try,
but
let
me
ring
up
Mrs
Wessel
at
Christiansæde
whose
husband
is
in
the
RAF
in
England
and
see
if
I
can
take
some
messages.
So
I
rang
her
up
and
learned
she
was
at
the
Hotel
Cecil
in
Copenhagen.
Both
the
big
Hotel
Angleterre
and
Phoenix
were
taken
over
by
the
Germans.
Kaupisch
resided
at
the
Angleterre
and
no
Dane
set
foot
into
either.
I
passed
them
both
many
times,
Airst
time
I
passed
I
saw
the
Swastika
over
it
and
never
looked
again,
there
were
also
German
guards
walking
round
it.
Next
morning
I
left
Margrethe
and
went
to
Copenhagen.
The
Storstrøms
Bridge
was
heavily
guarded
by
Germans,
with
guns
and
many
men,
and
there
were
notices
in
the
railway
carriages
about
sabotage.
I
longed
to
sabotage
but
it
certainly
would
have
been
too
early.
In
Copenhagen
I
went
to
the
Foreign
OfAice,
our
own,
and
saw
a
friend,
to
whom
I
said
I
was
going
to
England.
He
laughed
at
me,
impossible
he
said.
Can
I
not
go
with
the
Dutch
and
Belgian
Diplomats
I
asked?
He
said,
heaven
only
knows
when
they
are
going,
we
don't
know.
I
talked
a
long
time
with
him
and
nearly
lost
all
hope,
then
he
said
“let's
have
a
look
at
your
passport.”
I
showed
it
to
him,
issued
in
London
and
full
of
English
registrations,
“that
will
never
do”,
he
said,
“I
will
give
you
a
Diplomatic
one,
will
you
bring
me
a
photo”,
and
so
began
my
endless
being
photographed
for
passport
and
visas,
had
I
but
known
I
would
have
had
several
dozen
taken
then
and
there.
Next
day
I
went
back
to
the
Foreign
OfAice
and
got
my
lovely
passport,
and
so
back
to
the
hotel
where
I
was
to
meet
Irma
Wessel.
She
was
going
to
Irene
for
lunch
with
her
German
son,
who
had
lost
his
leg
the
Airst
half
hour
of
the
war
in
Poland.
So
I
said
well
I
shall
go
there
too
and
rang
up
Irene.
Irene
was
horriAied
“oh
Aunt
Lucy,
any
day
but
today,
I
am
having
some
Germans.”
“Yes
Irene”
I
said,
“I
know,
that's
why
I
am
coming,
I
want
to
meet
them”
and
that
is
how
Irma
and
I
met
and
became
friends,
for
life
I
hope.
She
was
a
German,
married
to
a
German.
I
think
Stumm
was
the
name
with
3
sons,
2
in
the
army.
When
she
became
a
widow
she
met
Freddy
Wessel
somewhere
and
succumbed
to
the
Wessel
charm.
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Description:Anastasia Adelheid Karola Hedevig. Reventlow Anastasia (Anafia) hypnotism and mesmerism play in the German plan of domination. One Nazi
