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An Evening in Terezin

The sun goes down and everything is silent, only at the guard’s post are heavy footfalls heard.
That’s the guard who watches his Jews to make sure they don’t run away from the ghetto, or that an Aryan aunt or uncle doesn’t try to get in.
Ten o’clock strikes suddenly, and the windows of Dresden’s barracks darken. The women have a lot to talk about; they remember their homes, and dinners they made.
Then some of them argue. Others try to quiet them down. Finally, one by one, they grow silent; they toss and turn, and in the end, they fall asleep.
How many more evenings will we have to live like this? We do not know, only God knows.

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