Sublime

Lady Plackett took the binoculars. Her sight was less keen than her daughter’s but she too agreed that the girl was Ruth. She turned to Miss Somerville. ‘This is unfortunate,’ she said. ‘And quite irregular. The girl is a Jewish refugee who seems to think that she is entitled to every sort of privilege.’

oud,

“And Yael?” “She’s fine. She’s in Auschwitz.”

Rósa’s poetry kindled the shavings of my soul, and lit me up from within. Natan never stopped loving her. How could he? Her poetry made lamps out of people.

Marcelin Albert

I’m Miss Holocaust, 1945.

ersatz.

ihr, die nicht mehr die Olga, sondern die Walsche war, auch für die Kinder, die nichts von ihr wußten.