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An old Jew asked me near the Jaffa Gate:
“Is the Saxon Garden still there? The same as ever?
Is there a fountain? At the entrance from Czysta Street
In the old days confectioners had a shop there…
Contributor:
Antoni Slonimski
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1922
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19 August 1943
Today, dear Anka, is the anniversary of your Golgotha, tomorrow the anniversary of your death. A year has passed since I last saw you. You see, Anka, I do not believe in God and never…
Contributor:
Calel Perechodnik
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Warsaw, General Government
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1943
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This urn will be made of fired clay
Of native soil, from Poland, my country
In it are lodged the ashes of my parents
My brothers, daughter, and wife.
The urn will be simple, like a jug
With a small…
Contributor:
Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948
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That was how she watched over the samovar all night long, so that it would boil properly. Occasionally, Grandfather stayed over for several nights at the home of one of the gentry. Then, she would…
Contributor:
Yekhezkl Kotik
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1912
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Jennings Tofel
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Tomaszów Mazowiecki, Second Polish Republic
(Tomaszów Mazowiecki, Poland)
Date:
1929
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Mordecai walked home from the village on the path that bordered the forest. All the talk of the elders in the village chief’s house had intoxicated him more than the strongest whiskey. Under his…
Contributor:
Rokhl Korn
Places:
Przemysl, Second Polish Republic
(Przemysl, Poland)
Date:
1936
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Meanwhile Reb Zalman, all undeterred, was arranging a match for Deborah, and one evening he arrived with a brand new proposal, one that was—in these hard modern times—almost too good to…
Contributor:
Esther Singer Kreitman
Places:
London, United Kingdom
Warsaw, Poland
Date:
1936
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Once there was a stroke of misfortune.
The day it happened, Mother couldn’t stop cursing this wretched life. Something occurred that almost caused Father to hang himself out of pure shame. After that…
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Isaiah Spiegel
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1946
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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
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Shmerke Kaczerginski
Date:
1942
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our lightless awful days are passing
splinters of memories prick our brains
daily our Creator beats us using both hands
we are his dry weeds husked to the core
for us fire is no fire for us it is…
Contributor:
Stefánia Mándy
Places:
Auschwitz-Birkenau, German-occupied Poland
(Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)
Date:
1944