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Lasik’s downfall did not come because of his name. It was only because of that sigh. Perhaps it was not even the sigh, but rather the economic situation, or the hot weather, or perhaps even certain…
Contributor:
Ilya Ehrenburg
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Moscow, USSR (Moscow, Russia)
Paris, France
Date:
1928
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Was there an element of cowardice in the attitude of the Jewish masses, who preferred to suffer the worst degradation rather than revolt? Given the terrible conditions created by the fierce anti…
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Jean-François Steiner
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1967
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We had spent the summer at Enghien, in the pleasant Montmorency valley, where every year spring brings along with its fragrant greenery, the choicest Parisian society. Situated on the shore…
Contributor:
Eugénie Foa
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Paris, France
Date:
1833
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And thus it came to pass, and this was the beginning . . . Heavens tell me, why?
Tell me, why this, O why? What have we done to merit such disgrace?
The earth is dumb and…
Contributor:
Yitshak Katzenelson
Places:
Vittel, German Military Administration in Occupied France (Vittel, France)
Date:
1944
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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…
Contributor:
André Schwarz-Bart
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Paris, France
Date:
1959
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All roads led to death,
Every road.
All winds breathed betrayal,
Every wind.
In every doorway, vicious dogs barked,
In all the doorways.
All the waters laughed at us,
All the waters.
Every night grew…
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Reyzl Zychlinsky
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Paris, France
Date:
1948
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Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won’t lie too cramped
A man lives in…
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Paul Celan
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1952
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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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“No,” said Golder.
He moved the shade with a brusque gesture, so that the lamp light fell full on the features of Simon Marcus, who sat opposite him, at the other side of the table. For a…
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Irène Némirovsky
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Paris, France
Date:
1929
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The only garden left in our walled-up town was the old cemetery, whose earliest graves dated back to the thirteenth century. It was densely overgrown. Picking one’s way to its remoter corners meant…
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Piotr Rawicz
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1961