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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 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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Convert With Holocaust Survivor

She was late to breakfast on the second morning of the conference in Terre Haute, Indiana. Everybody had finished eating, apart from a couple silhouetted against the window. They sat facing one another, their heads turned outwards as they gazed … Continue reading

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