Searching for My Daughter

<p><span>The queue is long, but that barely matters. She is used to waiting. For the midnight knock at the door, for her number to be called, for the next meal of watery soup, the sound of a gunshot... Sustaining her through every moment of waiting, there has remained the tiniest flicker of hope: her daughter Rosa''s face, eyes bright and expectant, arms outstretched. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span>Germany 1945: Miriam has travelled for over two weeks to reach safety. Exhausted and hungry, she knows she is still one of the fortunate ones. One of the few to survive the camps. Having lost her darling husband and son, the only thing that has kept her walking was the promise of finding her daughter, Rosa.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span>As she arrives at the checkpoint, she is told it is closed for the day. But in her mind Miriam can hear her daughter''s voice: Be strong, stand up to them