The Last Days of the Jerusalem of Lithuania: Chronicles from the Vilna Ghetto and the Camps

Herman Kruk


September 30 [1942], 1:30 in the Afternoon

I Weep

I weep, and am amazed. I have seen death so many times and have controlled myself. Have experienced so much torment, disgrace, and humiliation, and called myself the eternal optimist. And now?

What is my life worth even if I remain alive?

Whom to return to in my old home town of Warsaw?

For what…

Please login or register for free access to Posen Library Already have an account?

Engage with this Source

You may also like