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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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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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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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Carpe Diem
I found it on the internet. How could one resist a place with such a promising name, at bargain rates, convenient to the centre of Prague. I was also captivated by the accompanying photograph of the intimate little street with … Continue reading →
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Salty Coffee
A long time ago, when I was still married to the Israeli-born father of my two wonderful children, we lived in a warm and pleasant home. We could relax and talk about many things, among which the arts and music … Continue reading →
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Domino
Laden with baskets I climbed the eighty-two steps to my roof apartment. The straps of the baskets cut into my fingers and, not having a free hand, I couldn’t lean on the rail. On the third floor, no more air … Continue reading →
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Threshold of Pain - Vera Meisels 