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The Letter
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
What I Have to Tell
Glucke mit Kücken, April 1928
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.
Good-bye, Candida
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.
Good-bye, 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 …
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.