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[…] I want to tell you about my brother’s ghost.
I had so looked forward to seeing him again: my Schorschi, my Czech brother, who had sent us a few postcards from Theresienstadt. But he wasn’t there…
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Ruth Klüger
Places:
Irvine, United States of America
Date:
1992
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Food was important not just as a means of survival, but also because, as Ma repeatedly told me, “it’s made with love that makes it taste so good.” As a toddler, perched on a chair, I watched each step…
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Ethel G. Hofman
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Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
2005
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Our house was gloomy—one reason why, since childhood, I have preferred the street to the home.
One cause of this gloom was the Torah…
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Israel Joshua Singer
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1944
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D-Day at last. The invasion started about 1 a.m., and I have been listening to the radio since 8. My first reaction, and I’m sure everyone else’s—“Thank God, and God keep…
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Helen Jacobus Apte
Places:
Tampa, United States of America
Date:
1944–1945
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My mother and I are out walking. I ask if she remembers the women in that building in the Bronx. “Of course,” she replies. I tell her I’ve always thought sexual rage was what made them so crazy.…
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Vivian Gornick
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1987
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Gootie, my grandma, was a short, large-boned woman who made the kitchen her kingdom. She entered the living room only on special occasions—like Monday night to watch “I Love Lucy.” She had to think…
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Max Apple
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Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1994
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Few children know the stories of their parents. During my childhood, I knew only that mine were an impossible match—which did not prevent my mother from spending day and night at my father’s bedside…
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Susan Rubin Suleiman
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Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
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I remember the moment when it dawned on me that my father did not impress the world at large as a powerful figure. We were at a camera store on the Plaza—a faux-Andalusian shopping district that…
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Calvin Trillin
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1993
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The day he was gone her suitor arrived. I don’t know what else to call him. He advertised himself as my uncle, but he didn’t have our famous cheekbones and Tatar eyes. He couldn’t have belonged to…
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Jerome Charyn
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1997
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The Jews held cattle dealers in contempt. They considered them illiterate louts in no way different from peasants. My grandfather never let a cattle dealer into his house. Into the barn yes, but never…
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Henryk Grynberg
Places:
Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
1970