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A Different Spring
Perhaps whatever I’m going to write will be somewhat distorted because my eyes failed to comprehend what they were seeing. But I remember for sure that I was on board the Galila, sailing from Bari, Italy. It was the spring … Continue reading →
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Dancing Afraid
There’s no doubt that the period I spent in the Terezin ghetto provided the basis of my future development. One might say it shaped me. I learned to be independent and responsible and I was given the chance to appear … Continue reading →
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Threshold Of Pain
I was on the threshold of pain in more ways than one when I arrived at the Theresienstadt ghetto. Maybe even before then, but I was not aware of it. The fact is, I was so sick by the … Continue reading →
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A Change Of Destination
The route was Sered-Auschwitz. Not listed on a railway station timetable, nor as a sign nailed to a carriage the way things were done back then, in the early ‘forties On the face of it, why is the route significant? … Continue reading →
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Village Church
“Pants down!” I turn my head in the direction of the harsh voice shouting in a foreign language and see a German soldier waving a rifle from left to right to let us know we were all being threatened. An … Continue reading →
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About Zolly, My Father, 1904-1965
Needless to say, I am captivated by my father’s charm, wisdom and, above all, his resourcefulness. Father Zoltan-Zolly was born to a poor family in Slovakia. He was the oldest of his seven brothers. After four years in elementary school, … Continue reading →
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About Lilly, My Mother 1909-1965
In spite of her hopes and longing, the thing she took for granted never happened. My mother’s second pregnancy ended in great disappointment. She gave birth to a girl again. She, like the whole family, had hoped for a son. … Continue reading →
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My Muselmann
Since the end of the war, he is submerged in me. I hold a sick dialogue with him. I embrace him, he is close to my heart, he is unique, mine. Nowadays, I am able to regard the connection between … Continue reading →
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Am I “Anonymous”?
At times, over the years, I find myself looking at the title page of the book “There Are No Butterflies Here”: Children’s poems and drawings from Terezin Concentrtion Camp, 1942-1944. There is no information concerning the identity of the child … Continue reading →
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A Kapo In Our Family?
Hedika was my late father’s cousin. I heard the disturbing details about her burial plot from my sister, when I asked her for news of our Hedika. “What, didn’t you know? She died! You won’t believe where they buried her! … Continue reading →
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Threshold of Pain - Vera Meisels 