“I was terribly hungry, yet I refused to touch it. I was still the spoiled child of long ago. My father swallowed my ration.” (pg. 42)
Page 60 “I went up to him, took his hand and kissed it. I felt a tear on my hand. Whose was it? Mine? His? I said nothing.
“I decided to give my father lessons in marching in step, in keeping time. We began practicing in front of our block. I would command: ‘Left, right!’ and my father would try… But my father did not make sufficient progress, and the blows continued to rain on him.” (pg. 55)
“My father’s presence was the only thing that stopped me. He was running next to me, out of breath, out of strength, desperate. I had no right to let myself die. What would he do without me? I was his sole support.” (pg. 87)
You must get up!
“The sick were allowed to stay in the block. So I would be sick. I didn't want to leave my father.” (pg. 11)
“I tightened my grip on my father’s hand. The old, familiar fear: not to lose him.” (pg. 104)