One Eye Laughing, The Other Eye Weeping: The Diary of Julie Weiss, Vienna, Austria to New York 1938 (Dear America Series)
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During the Nazi persecution of the Jews in Austria, twelve-year-old Julie escapes to America to live with her relatives in New York City.
vocabulary, they wouldn’t be able to communicate at all. They talk about the most insigniﬁcant things and no one really listens to what anyone’s saying. Hugo-von-something-or-other is the worst. He’s a poet. He wears a top hat and checkered trousers, has no chin whatsoever, reeks of tobacco, and talks in this really, really high voice while waving his hands around like he’s pretending to be a schoolgirl. According to Uncle Daniel he paints his toenails. 69 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16
all over Vienna painting proAustrian slogans on the sidewalks and buildings; there are marches and demonstrations in every district; vans 75 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 S 23 R 24 9577_01_001-120_r6ek.qxd 4/27/2000 20:36 Page 76 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 S 24 R drive around; while planes drop leaﬂets urging all to vote YES for Austrian independence and YES to remain free of German rule. Everyone is going to vote for Chancellor
smell, I didn’t like seeing the animals locked up in those horrible cages. I know Susie took me there because she thought I would like it, but I had to pretend I was having a good time. There was the saddest polar bear in this tiny, tiny pool. It wasn’t much wider than he was long. He just kept swimming back and forth, back and forth. He kept it up the whole time I was there, and each time we walked by I tried not to look but I just couldn’t help it. There he would be, swimming back and forth,
because she was concentrating so hard on eating her chicken. Then she put one of her cigarettes into her long cigarette holder and she asked me if I was going to eat any more of my chicken. When I said no, she snatched it away from me, cut all the meat off the bones, divided it equally onto three plates, and put the plates on the ﬂoor for the three dogs, who gobbled it up greedily. Now I know how they stay so nice and plump. 152 9577_02_121-210_r7ek.qxd 4/27/2000 20:36 Page 153 SATURDAY,
has been nice also. He walks just like a cat: slow, steady, cautious. He looks like a black cat because he always always wears black pants and a black turtleneck. He keeps reminding me not to do too much. He says I’m doing very well but I should try not to act like Wendy but to pretend that I am Wendy. I’m honestly not sure what the difference is. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1938 Seeing how a play is put together behind the scenes is like seeing how a magician does his tricks, only it doesn’t ruin the