‘I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.’
– Douglas Adams
and so the story goes,
on and on without us
destined to travel it’s course –
whether we embark on it or not.
A review of: Cilka’s Journey – By Heather Morris.
Historical Fiction, Romance, Holocaust
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Cilka’s Journey, by Heather Morris, is the sequel to ‘The Tattooist of Auschwitz‘, which is based on true stories from World War II in Nazi Germany.
The novel follows the journey of Cilka Klein, who is taken to Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp when she is just 16 years old. When she arrives, Commandant Schwarzhuber notices her beautiful long hair and separates her from the other prisoners.
Cilka suffers ongoing sexual abuse from two S.S. Officers and is given horrific tasks, which she must do to survive. But these tasks and her perceived position of power create feelings of anger from the other prisoners.
When Auschwitz-Birkenau is finally liberated when Cilka is 18, she is condemned for her role at the Concentration Camp. Cilka is charged as a collaborator for sleeping with the enemy and sentenced to 15 years hard labour in a Siberian Prison Camp – Vorkuta.
Imprisoned once again, and guilty only of surviving, Cilka faces challenges both new, and yet also horrendously familiar. She finds herself taken under the wing of the female doctor at the camp, and begins training as a nurse, determined to help others survive.
Cilka’s story is one strength, determination and survival, even in the harshest of circumstances.
Just like ‘The Tattooist of Auschwitz’, ‘Cilka’s Journey’ saddened me deeply. Her story is one of many million suffering souls, forced to experience the unbearable.
The novel carried over nicely from the first installment, with flashbacks of Cilka’s time in Auschwitz-Birkenau to provide context and perspective. The Author, Heather Morris, did her research (and well) – providing a harrowing experience of what life must have been like for thousands of people post-war.
My only criticism of this book is the same one I had for ‘The Tattooist of Auschwitz‘, which was that the novel sometimes seemed rushed – especially toward the end. It seemed as though the ending was squashed in as an afterthought, becoming a tad predictable.
That being said, ‘Cilka’s Journey’ was still an exceptionally moving, heartbreaking and gut-wrenching account of the atrocities of both during and after World War II.
Whether you have read the first novel or not, ‘Cilka’s Journey’ is worth the read.
A bit of sound advice for those waiting on University Acceptance Letters.
There is a certain narrative that young people are sold these days: University is the only path to success.
We’re told that if we want to make a difference, we need to pack our bags and join the never-ending queue of people rushing to University straight after High School.
But I’m here to tell you that attending University is not the only way to succeed, and it certainly isn’t the only way to make a difference.
Please don’t get me wrong here – I am a firm believer in education. Without an educated society, we give in to ignorance.
But what I am saying is:
If you don’t know exactly what you want to do when you finish High School – University won’t magically enlighten you.
It’s easy to fall into the trap of rushing off to university with everyone else.
We’ve all heard the same old lines, over and over again:
‘University is the only way to make good money.’
‘No one will hire you without a degree these days.’
‘You’ll be stuck in this town forever if you don’t go to University.’
The trouble is, entering a degree straight from High-School is oftentimes not what we should be doing. We risk being put in a box, becoming disillusioned and regret going to University at all.
I’m not saying everyone will have this issue – some people know exactly what they want to do for a career and enter University with confidence that they know where their future is headed – and that’s absolutely fine!
But when I was in High-School, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
I was told by my teachers to fill out a University Application like everyone else, and put some preferences down.
I chose Nutrition, Art, Law and Psychology as my preferences.
My choices were based on what I thought everyone else would want me to do, because I was young, impressionable and everyone expected me to go to University. I really had no concept of how big of a decision a degree was.
I was a bright student, and got accepted into Law School a couple of months later.
But I had never studied anything to do with Law before, and had chosen the topic because I thought it would be ‘cool’ and that my Dad would be ‘proud’.
I didn’t choose Law because I had a career in mind.
I struggled my way through three years of Law School, because I didn’t want to let my friends and family down. I felt guilty for going off to University and not liking what I was studying.
I had poor grades, I hated my degree and had realized my passion lay elsewhere – I wanted to help vulnerable children and young people.
It wasn’t until 3rd year that I had realised I hated Law School and had never wanted to be a lawyer – I was just caught up in the hype of going to University.
It was this sudden realization that made me switch into Psychology instead.
I enjoyed my Psychology studies, but I was already three years into University, and was becoming more and more depressed and regretful – I had wasted 3 years of my life studying something I never truly cared about.
I kept thinking: ‘If I had done Psychology to begin with, I would have graduated by now…’
This mindset led to me becoming miserable and resentful of going to University at all – plus by this stage in my life, I was in my 20’s, had bills, a job and plenty of personal issues that distracted me from studying.
I ended up dropping my studies.
I contacted my University a year later and asked if there was anything I could do, or any qualification that I could attain from the University, considering how long I had studied for.
The University offered me an Associate Degree for the amount of topics I studied – basically the equivalent of an Advanced Diploma (which would have only taken me 2 years at TAFE).
I graduated in 2017 with an Associate Degree (I began University study in 2011). I didn’t attend graduation because I was ashamed and felt I had failed myself and my family. I then spent 5 years in different industries, gaining valuable life experience, before I ever even used my Associate’s Degree for anything. To me, it was just a bit of paper that reminded me I could have been much more successful than I currently was.
Luckily, an opportunity arose, and the Associate Degree was enough for me to obtain work in the field I have now realized I have a passion for: Youth Support Work.
I have now been working as a Youth Support Worker for over 6 months, and enjoy every moment of it.
I work with vulnerable young people who are wards of the State and have a relationship with a range of people from different organisations and the Department of Child Protection.
It is only now, 9 years later, that I have finally decided that if I go back to University, it will be to do Social Work – something I am passionate about.
For a long time, I felt I had achieved nothing but accumulate a large student-loan debt and a waste a lot of years studying something I didn’t even care about.
And although my journey was long, twisted and had lots of bumps, I finally found something I would be willing to go back to study for, and for that I am grateful. I have long-since let go of my resentment.
But more importantly, what I wish for everyone getting their High-School grades soon and receiving their University offers is this:
Don’t rush. Take time to know who you are and what you want to do before you jump straight into a degree.
And don’t let anyone make you feel guilty for doing it.
i blink and stare back
at my own reflection
wondering who the person
who stares back at me
because it’s not me.
‘The most adventurous journey in life is loving someone.’
– Debasish Mridha