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 …
Memory is a blessing and a curse.
When I left the voting booth, no soldiers in uniform were visible; no swastikas were in sight. I was safe. My vote was secret.
Like Eva, I had to travel alone to a place where I knew no one, leaving my friends, my family, and my home.
After Eva's sudden departure, we never lived together as a family again.
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 …
I became painfully aware of anti-Semitism.