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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…
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Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948
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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
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Shike Driz
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1953
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Leo was planning to ask his father for money to get his car fixed, perhaps as a birthday present, even though he was sure his parents already had a present for him. Since the family’s return to Vienna…
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Robert Menasse
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Vienna, Austria
Date:
1991
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Emmanuel Hollander worked at, and believed in progress, but progress was not a religious notion for him, as it was for his future wife. He was an engineer and knew that every machine began as a…
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Marcel Möring
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Rotterdam, Netherlands
Date:
1997
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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
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Irvine, United States of America
Date:
1992
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When I was twelve, I read The Diary of Anne Frank.
I identified with her having to live
stories above a busy street
over a business, and having to keep quiet
for hours at a time.
I’d pad about on…
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Jane Shore
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Chevy Chase, United States of America
Date:
1996
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Things were looking pretty bleak, when my wife’s prewar acquaintance brought a ray of hope into our small room.
If you too were an artist, you might be able to appreciate how impatiently my wife and I…
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Ojzer Warszawski
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1943
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A Holocaust survivor grapples with the question: should one bring children into the world after experiencing the horrors of the death camps?
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Imre Kertész
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Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1990
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Around noon they got dressed warmly and went for a walk. The fog stood high, suddenly the sun broke through, Jesuit Meadow was full of snow. As they crossed Rustenschacher Street there was a Breughel…
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Robert Schindel
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Vienna, Austria
Date:
1992
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Three Russians who didn’t understand Hebrew sat in the back of the synagogue. One was missing an arm. Two Polish Jews sat in front of them. One had his place by the partition so that he could stretch…
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David Bezmozgis
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Winnipeg, Canada
Date:
2004