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[ . . . ] It seemed to him that an eternal silence was closing down upon the Jewish breed marching to slaughter—that no heir, no memory would supervene to prolong the silent parade of victims, no…
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André Schwarz-Bart
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Paris, France
Date:
1959
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I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided to take the guided tour of Frankfurt. The minute I set eyes on the American tourists and heard the practiced laugh with which the…
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Dan Ben-Amotz
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1968
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He pushed the button marked “Down.” He pushed again. The machine ignored the command. Slowly he pivoted his head back, staring up at the stainless-steel eyebrow just over the door. No movement of…
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Thane Rosenbaum
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1996
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What I like about Catholic Heaven (I’d say Christian Heaven, but I’m afraid of making a mistake; I know very little about Evangelicals and Seventh Day Adventists) is that it has well-defined limits…
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Alicia Steimberg
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
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1992
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“Your teeth are bars of bone. Behind them, in a crystal cell, your shackled words. Remember the advice of an elder: the guilty, those that dropped poison pearls into your goblet—let them go free. In…
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Abraham Sutzkever
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1956
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The men, women, and children who arrived, physically destroyed, at the death camp, had only one fixed idea: to survive. The average person, living in a bustling metropolis and enjoying freedom to a…
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Lázaro Liacho
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1969
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He spent much time at the home of Nona Fortuna and Grandpapa Jacquo. After a night on the town, he would fall asleep fully clothed on the couch in their living room, or in Uncle Sicourelle’s bed with…
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Ronit Matalon
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Haifa, Israel
Date:
1995
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Sometimes, when I think of my past in a superficial, casual way, the metamorphosis I have gone through strikes me as nothing short of a miracle. I was born and…
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Abraham Cahan
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1917
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When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
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Blume Lempel
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New York, United States of America
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1970
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Something is wrong between me and the story I want to write. Whatever subject I touch on, after five or four, sometimes even two pages, either the story throws me out or I throw myself out. As if I…
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Monika Maron
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Berlin, Germany
Date:
1999