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Raymond Hallery, now a retired publisher, was in an adjunct of the Mauthausen concentration camp near Linz when the official announcement that the Germans had surrendered came over the prisoners' long-secret radio. The French began singing the Marseillaise. "There was the joy of being alive, but it was mixed with much sadness," Hallery says. "Two hundred to three hundred people a day were still dying in the camp, from exhaustion and hunger. There were bodies everywhere." Hallery went to the infirmary where one of his friends lay nearing the end. "I know I'm finished," the friend said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: V-E Day: There Was Such a Feeling of Joy | 4/12/2005 | See Source »

...wooden shoes on the cob blestones was very pretty. They were playing accordions, and there were Chinese lanterns. There were also church bells. It was a happy sound. It was marvelous. Oh, we drank. We drank a lot. Everybody was kissing. There was such a feeling of joy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: V-E Day: There Was Such a Feeling of Joy | 4/12/2005 | See Source »

Even in Germany there were a few among all the defeated, among all the homeless and injured, all the guilty and the frightened, who felt that joy. "I remember the sky was clear and the heavens blue, and we felt liberated," says German Author Walter Kempowski, who was then 16. "I spent May 8 drinking champagne with my mother and grandfather on the balcony. My mother, who was in the Bekennende Kirche [an anti-Nazi Protestant splinter group], said, 'It was we who won the war, the church and the powers of goodness...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: V-E Day: There Was Such a Feeling of Joy | 4/12/2005 | See Source »

...decade that I worked on Bellow's biography, I often rode around Chicago with him in his olive green Range Rover. It was a joy to see the city through his eyes. One day we drove over to an apartment on the Northwest Side where he'd lived as a child, and loitered in front of a burgundy-brick three-flat with a concrete stoop and a tiny yard surrounded by necklace-like chains. We stood on the cracked sidewalk as if contemplating a shrine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Saul Bellow: 1915-2005: Part Wise Man, Part Wiseguy | 4/10/2005 | See Source »

...Sara Joy Culver ’07, a Crimson editorial editor, is an English concentrator in Eliot House...

Author: By Sara Culver, | Title: Take Back the Section | 4/8/2005 | See Source »

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