My father had risen before all of us, to seek information intown. He returned around eight o'clock. Good news: we were not leaving town today; we were only moving to the small ghetto. That is where we were to wait for the last transport. We would be the last to leave
What? My ration of bread so that you can have my crown?”
What would you like? That I break your teeth by smashing your face?
I suffer hell in my soul and my flesh. I also have eyes and I see what is being done here. Where is God's mercy?Where's God? How can I believe, how can anyone believe in this God of Mercy?
Here, take this knife, I won't need it anymore. You may find it useful. Also take this spoon. Don't sell it. Quickly! Go ahead, take what I'm giving you!
Long live liberty
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This man was found with weapons in his cell, for that crime you will be hung
Don't worry, son. Go to sleep. I'll watch over you. Sleep.