1:34:00
...no grave, reaIIy...
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...no parting, no end, no funeraI.
It´s that sort of vague feeIing...
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...in the air of hope,
and that hope suddenIy fading.
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...in the children´s ward and l was
always joking with them and laughing.
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And l was called to the telephone...
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...and there was a telegram for me.
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I asked her if she wouId read it.
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So she read over the teIephone:
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´´Your parents were gravely ill.
There was no hope.
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´´Wait for further news. ´´
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I probabIy didn´t quite take it in...
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...so I went back to the ward and started...
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...carried on making beds,
untiI one of the IittIe boys said to me:
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"´Why aren´t you Iaughing this time?"´
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That´s when I burst into tears and ran out.
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l remember going out into the garden
and just lying on the lawn.
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l didn´t want to be with anybody.
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lt was such a shock.
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And suddenIy the future,
which we aIways painted...
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...wasn´t there. There was no future.
There was just an emptiness.
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At the time l was liberated, a month later...
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...l would have been 20...
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...and l weighed 58 pounds...
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...and that´s after
eight concentration camps.
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Many times l thought about it:
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What would have happened if my father...
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...wouldn´t have pulled me out?
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I wouId have never mentioned
it to my father.
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You know, "´Why did you do that?"´