Terezín Diary
August 26, 1944
The end of summer is approaching and we can feel it. The days are still hot, but in the evening, there is a strange smell, the smell of leaves decaying and smoke, the smell of autumn. On Shabbat, I go walking with you on the city ramparts. There are three rows of trees there. You can only walk between the second row, because the…
Please login or register for free access to Posen Library
Already have an account?
You may also like
The Czech Transport: A Chronicle of the Auschwitz Sonderkommando
A day passed, and then a second and a third. Wednesday came, the ultimate deadline for the transport’s arrival. There were two obvious reason for the delay. First, it appeared that in addition to…
Of a World That Is No More
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…
Heart of a Wife: The Diary of a Southern Jewish Woman
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…
Consider Iwo Jima
This is perhaps the grimmest, and surely the holiest task we have faced since D-Day. Here before us lie the bodies of…
Reflections on V-E Day
Not with surprising suddenness did it come; it did not come—as in the dark days we had hoped it would—as a miraculous flash on a radio, a startling announcement lifting us from the depths of despair…
Victory Day in Tlemcen, Algeria
On Thursday, the twentieth day of the month of Ziv, which is Iyyar, the government announced the capture of Berlin, the city of blood, the capital of the cruel German nation, may their name be blotted…