The answer is arbitrary: as elusive as a throw of the dice.
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
Glucke mit Kücken, April 1928
This is what I HAVE to tell.
May the last words of the victim surpass and outlast those of the killer.
While the world around us was violent, cruel, and in ruins from war...we loved each other, knowing that we might have to bid farewell forever to our best friend, Candida.
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 …
All nightmare have a beginning, and this was the beginning of ours: Verboten.
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.