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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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The Meisels Brothers

  “The Meisels brothers, their wives and children – out of the carriage!” That was the command we heard from the box car of the Presov train station, in May 1942.  “Aliska, just tell me, were we taken off the … 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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