Still Alive: A Holocaust Girlhood Remembered

[…] 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 when we arrived. He had been deported during the winter of the previous year to Riga, according to rumor. Rumor was for once correct. He was shot there…