“I remember that on the seventh of October I immediately turned on the TV in the morning and the picture of the two red-haired babies. It brought me back to my childhood.”
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“My parents had a photo album from Auschwitz at home. Only photos. Now it’s lying at home, and I’m a little girl, and I see these pictures, horrifying, and I don’t have room in my body to contain it. I was tiny. Now, a little boy is exposed to such things, come, it Not something you can contain. And I remember telling my mother every night, tell me it wasn’t, tell me it wasn’t true, because I wanted it to be another Cinderella story, I didn’t know how to deal with this thing, it was nightmares. I remember that for many years it was simply nightmares that accompanied me.”
