I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
In her lifetime, Renate had to say "good-bye" to many people: friends, relatives, acquaintances. In October, we shall strive to celebrate the lives of those left behind. ANNI I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had …
Mysteriously, we became their enemies.
Stories can be a constant source of pain and violence, although they need to be told to remind us that no society is free of prejudice.
I became painfully aware of anti-Semitism.