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19 August 1943
Today, dear Anka, is the anniversary of your Golgotha, tomorrow the anniversary of your death. A year has passed since I last saw you. You see, Anka, I do not believe in God and never…
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…
The end of summer is approaching and we can feel it. The days are still hot, but in the evening, there is a strange smell, the smell of leaves decaying and smoke, the smell of autumn…
My beloved son and daughter!
I am writing these lines, my dear children, in the vale of tears of…
Rumors of my grandfather’s plan to depart for Palestine reached his wife and children shortly after the Russian revolution of 1905. [ . . . ]
The…