The scream of my little sister will forever be an echo in my ears. The sound of an oak wood baton being bludgeoned over Misses Tzeitel’s body was deafening and blinding all at the same time. Her husband, revered and loved by all, shot in cold blood during an assault of a Nazi officer in an attempt to rescue his helpless daughter. The rest of us in submission were dragged from the house, and heaved onto the rear end of a truck. The tears burned our eyes as we sat up to see others just like us with a…
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