Torah Wrapper, Rome

[ . . . ] On a terribly cold winter night when a snowstorm was blowing, all prisoners were punished by being forced to stand at attention without overcoats—they never wore any—for hours. This was…

I won’t be around forever, Mother said. One day I’m going to die, so I might as well nag you a little bit more, while I have the chance. And when I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else to tell…