Sublime

There was a measure of similarity in the way average Germans and average Jews reacted.

Who is going to find the survivors who have no one? Who is even going to see the survivor who isn’t on the news? Who will find these hurting people and tell them how much they are worth?

She was lucky. Not just about the crocodiles and being in one piece, but because most of the girls they used for local color died before they were thirty.

These are lost children looking for an identity, looking for a way to feel strength, to feel like they matter.

ON APRIL 10, there were still some twenty thousand prisoners in the camp, among them a few hundred children. It was decided to evacuate all of us at once. By evening. Afterward, they would blow up the camp. And so we were herded onto the huge Appelplatz, in ranks of five, waiting for the gate to open. Suddenly, the sirens began to scream. Alert. We

hating Jews was normal. And historically speaking, the decades in which my parents and I had grown up simply hadn’t been normal. Now, normal was coming back.