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There was a mysterious jar on one of the shelves. It contained about twenty gray, hard, colorless, tasteless little rods and did not have a label. This was very strange, because it was a German…
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Primo Levi
Places:
Turin, Italy
Date:
1975
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After the war with Spain came another war. The postman, though, he stopped coming. Well, actually, he didn’t stop. What I mean is, he didn’t stop in. Papa always waited for him by the balcony, he’d be…
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Mauricio Rosencof
Places:
Montevideo, Uruguay
Date:
2000
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There was a rumpled old Polish man who boarded in the apartment of our building’s superintendent. With baggy pants, fraying suspenders, a wrinkled hat, and a wooden cane, he looked like the lovable…
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Joseph Berger
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New York, United States of America
Date:
2001
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[ . . . ] We have nooses fastened around our necks; when the pressure abates for a moment, we utter a cry. Its importance should not be underestimated. Many a time in history did such cries resound…
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Gustawa Jarecka
Places:
Warsaw, General Government (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1942
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With zeal and zest I threw myself into the work to help assemble archive materials. I was entrusted to be the custodian, I hid the material. Besides me, no one knew. I confided only in my friend Hersh…
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Israel Lichtenstein
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Warsaw, General Government (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1942
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One week later, as we returned from work, there, in the middle of the camp, in the Appelplatz, stood a black gallows.
We learned that soup would be distributed only after roll call, which lasted…
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Elie Wiesel
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1958
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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
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1997
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It is possible, it is very possible, that here it is impossible to live, but here we must remain, here we must die, sleep…there is no other place…
—Y. H. Brenner
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Gershon Shaked
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1983
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. . . I head up the public-health service in the program to combat epidemics and also the hospital department. Besides, I also direct the medical board here in the ghetto, where over 800 doctors are…
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Israel Milejkowski
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Warsaw, General Government (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1942
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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