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A mother’s gift

I awoke with a start to the sound of pounding on the door to our apartment. “Raus, Juden,” shouted a guttural German voice. Get out, Jews. “Herauskommen.” Come outside. From inside the main room of our apartment, I could make out the shadowy form of the policeman moving down to the apartment next door to ours, where my Aunt Frima and cousin Dov lived. He wore a helmet and uniform and struck the door with a wooden baton...


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