The answer is arbitrary: as elusive as a throw of the dice.
Category: WWII history
The Garden
The rejection was painful, especially since we could not fathom why it developed. We wondered if we were at fault, what we had done, and how we could make amends.
Le’ shana Tova Tikoteiv Vetichoteim
When my startled parents opened the door, the uniformed men yelled, “Verboten!” They told my parents to get out: napping in the car was not allowed. To emphasize their new rule, they slapped both my mother and father in the …
What I Have to Tell
Glucke mit Kücken, April 1928
You are invited to the book launch
This is what I HAVE to tell.
