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All of us—dying here in polar, ice-cold indifference of nations, forgotten by the world and its hustle and bustle—have nonetheless felt the need to leave something for posterity: if not complete…
This morning I was in the children’s nursery. Women who work leave their children from 7 to 6. There are 150 children between the ages of three months and two years, [one…
The journal is my life, my companion and my confidant. Without it I would be lost. In it I pour out all my heart’s feelings, until I feel somewhat relieved. When I am angry and…
An elegy to the Jews deported from the Warsaw ghetto from a Jew hiding on the “Aryan” side of the city.
I am in hiding in a loft over a stable, in a village, with good people. The risk of death hovers over me, as it does over all Jews these days, and the slightest lapse of vigilance on my…
Rumors of my grandfather’s plan to depart for Palestine reached his wife and children shortly after the Russian revolution of 1905. [ . . . ]
The…
Presiding Judge: I declare the sixty-eighth Session of the trial open.Decision No. 72We confirm the request of the Attorney General and will permit the…
Imagine now a man who is deprived of everyone he loves, and at the same time of his house, his habits, his clothes, in short, of everything he possesses: he will be a hollow man, reduced to suffering…
Today is Wednesday, February 17, 1943. Exactly twelve weeks have passed since we went into hiding here at Felek’s. Twelve weeks are eighty-four days and, if my arithmetic is correct, 2016 hours. That…
I belong to that peculiar generation of Jews who have the duty to speak Yiddish, my mother tongue, in a tongue at once familiar and “foreign”—French. Though Yiddish is still used as a vernacular…