The answer is arbitrary: as elusive as a throw of the dice.
Tag: holocaust

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.

The Letter
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.

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 …

You are invited to the book launch
This is what I HAVE to tell.

A Grandmother’s Sorrow
May the last words of the victim surpass and outlast those of the killer.

Verboten
All nightmare have a beginning, and this was the beginning of ours: Verboten.

In Memoriam
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.