“On September 1, 1939, Germany invaded Poland from the west. On September 17, 1939, Russia invaded Poland from the east. I remembered these dates. Two warning nations gripped Poland like girls fighting over a doll. One held the leg, the other the arm. They pulled so hard that one day, the head popped off. The Nazis sent our people to ghettos and concentration camps. The Soviets sent our people to gulags and Siberia. I was nine years old when it started. People changed. Faces shrived and sunk, like baked apples. Neighbors spoke in whispers. I watched them play their games. I observed them when they weren’t looking. I learned. But how long could I play this game? A ploy of war both outside and inside. What would happen if I actually made it to the West? Would I be able to reveal myself as Emilia Stożek, a girl from Lwów? Would Germany be safe for me? Once the war ended, which side would be the right side for a Pole?”
I’ve been looking forward to reading “Salt to the Sea” since I closed the pages on “Between Shades of Gray.” Sepetys gift for sharing the stories of these moments in history we rarely learned about, told through eyes that prefer to see only seen the good in this world. Until, until life forces them to see otherwise, but their hearts still look for that goodness in the eyes of others.
The winter of 1945 was a long and treacherous winter for these souls who had left their homes and were on a long and arduous journey, on foot, ultimately to board the Wilhelm Gustloff. To evacuate their home.
“Germany was finally telling people what they should have said months ago. Run for your lives.”
They did not begin their journey together, but found each other along the way, the days and nights of walking through snow and mud and freezing conditions.
“What a group we were. A pregnant girl in love, a kindly shoemaker, an orphan boy, a blind girl, and a giantess who complained that everyone was in her way when she herself took up the most room. And me, a lonely girl who missed her family and begged for a second chance.”
Written in short, alternating chapters, sharing the four points of view of Joana, Florian, Emilia and Alfred. Joana is a caring woman, a nurse, and older than Emilia who seems to be still in her teens. Emilia is scared; needing a mother figure to replace the mother she lost as a child, and is rescued by Florian early on. Emilia needs both her knight and her nurse. Joana dreams of a reunion with her mother.
“No one wanted to fall into the hands of the enemy. But it was growing harder to distinguish who the enemy was.”
Alfred is a socially awkward and disturbed German officer. “This was the type of man who looked at a picture on the wall and instead of admiring the photo, looked at his own reflection in the glass.”
Among the other characters you will come to know and care for are the young wandering boy and the Shoemaker, or the “shoe poet”.
“’The shoes always tell the story,’ said the shoe poet. ‘Not always,’ I countered. ‘Yes, always. Your boots, they are expensive, well made. That tells me that you come from a wealthy family. But the style is one made for an older woman. That tells me they probably belonged to your mother. A mother sacrificed her boots for her daughter. That tells me you are loved, my dear. And your mother is not here, so that tells me that you are sad, my dear. The shoes tell the story.”
As they come together and journey together, you begin to learn their secrets, their stories. Their journey leads them to the ship, the Wilhelm Gustloff, which will ultimately become the largest maritime disaster in history. On 30 January 1945, four torpedoes were pointed at the Wilhelm Gustloff from a Soviet submarine S-13. “Each torpedo was painted with a scrawled dedication: For the Motherland. For the Soviet People. For Leningrad. For Stalin.” Three of those torpedoes struck the Gustloff, one torpedo, “For Stalin,” did not launch.
Approximately 10,000 people were aboard; most were civilians, including around 5,000 children. Approximately 1,000 survived.
The largest maritime disaster in history.
That winter, several other ships ended up in the Baltic Sea, with approximately 25,000 lives were lost in all.
What was not lost is hope. The belief that humanity can rise up again and begin once more to unite in acceptance that despite our differences, that love will win.