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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…
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…
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…
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…
Most witnesses told their stories voluntarily. These stories were equivalent to their souls yet they were willing to donate them to the Library of Moloch because they believed that to tell was to…
The anthologist, like the historian and the novelist, is an autobiographer is disguise. He is driven into the jungles and watering places of literature by instinct as well as by design. The ultimate…
About two weeks before the birth was due, Grandfather Zisskind appeared in Raya and Yehuda’s home for the second time. His face was yellow, angry, and the light had faded from his eyes. He greeted…
Witness 4:When we had crossed the tracksand were waitingat the entrance to the campI hearda prisoner say to a womanThe Red Cross van is only usedto carry gas to the crematoriaYour…
So I’m glad I got the napkin back. Because she made it for me when we had all the time. Back in the old country when the two of us loved each other better than anybody else in the whole world. I had…
“That is my daughter’s dress you are wearing, Chaya Abramowicz. My Chaya. I brought it as a present for her in Lublin.”
“Chaya,” Hannah said.
“The same name, too. God is good. Your name means life.”…