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I am beginning to get used to the years of war. We seem to struggle through the same journey from first of January to first of January, in a nightmare that is itself beginning…
Dearest Kitty,
Mr. Bolkestein, the Cabinet Minister, speaking on the Dutch broadcast from London, said that after the war a collection would be made of diaries and letters…
Gootie, my grandma, was a short, large-boned woman who made the kitchen her kingdom. She entered the living room only on special occasions—like Monday night to watch “I Love Lucy.” She had to think…
One more incident.
A woman shows up at the president’s office and demands the immediate return of her son, who is working in Djelloula, in the Italian sector.
It is impossible to reason…
One of the more bitter days of my life that I will never ever forget is the 17th Adar 5677 [11 March 1917] at dawn when I was already being sought [the authorities had already dogged my footsteps and…
As I thought, I couldn’t manage it the next day, or the day after that. I continued to struggle to write even after three days. And now, too (four days later), I didn’t think I’d…
Today I returned from my trip to Tunis, and I will start to record what I witnessed, heard, and felt. On Thursday, 15 Iyyar (May 20, 1943), I left Tripoli. [ . . . ]
On that day…