everything changes. a poem by Aaron Zeitlin : comments.
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Honestly, I can't actually imagine what it would feel like to be a child of a survivor or even, a Jew at all, given what happened. The closest I've come to feeling it was when I saw Schindler's List with my mother and she was unexpectedly affected when she realized that the little girl in the red coat would be exactly my mother's age, and that she had had a red coat just like that at the same time. It really hit her in the gut how it was just dumb luck that what was happening at that time was not happening to her.
And she is neither a Jew nor European. How much more appalling it must be for you.
I was happily chatting with my friend Jack once about my interest in genealogy and I asked him about his own family. He shrugged and said he didn't know much about them. They were all killed and the records of their lives were burned. So much for that conversation. O_O