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Most of my family has been swallowed by the black
gullet of Auschwitz. I lost my grandmothers, a grandfather and some aunts and
uncles there. However, I considered the loss of my sister whom I had never met,
to be the greatest loss of all. My parents loved me very much, but growing up
alone, without a sister or a brother to support and help me through life's
crises, was worse than anything. To this day I still feel a twinge of envy when
I see brothers and sisters joking, fighting or supporting each other.
Grandparents would have been nice as well.
So, I started this story, in which I am going to
bring back to life as many of my relatives as I can. Unlike the Tibetan,
Egyptian or other such books of the dead, this one is the book of my dead. |
