![]() And that night, only a month before, she, too, had been awakened and frightened by the sound of explosions. Mama said it was fireworks for my birthday!” ![]() I woke up in the night and I could hear the booms. Kirsti drew herself up, her small shoulders stiff. The German occupation forces had burned part of it, perhaps as a way of punishing the fun-loving Danes for their lighthearted pleasures. “You never saw the fireworks.” Tivoli Gardens was closed now. “I remember the fireworks best of all,” she commented to Ellen. She remembered the music and the brightly colored lights, the carousel and ice cream and especially the magnificent fireworks in the evenings: the huge colored splashes and bursts of lights in the evening sky. She loved Tivoli Gardens, in the heart of Copenhagen her parents had taken her there, often, when she was a little girl. Annemarie grinned and walked her Scarlett toward the chair that Ellen had designated as Tivoli. ![]()
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