I remember myself as a small girl from the Warsaw Ghetto I remember myself from those days as a small girl who walked the noisy streets in spite of the cruelty I remember looking at the people at the big buildings at the sky and at the consistent sun rising my face to them, warming myself in that remote sun at night through my window I counted stars trying to foretell the future: will there be for me another tomorrow will I be still alive the next night? I remember those people who hurried through crowded streets their clothes, faces—glances countless times I pushed my way among them, watching wishing to grow up faster—to be their equal they seemed to me then powerful, eternal in spite of that cursed fear they were so full of life, constant movement inconceivably ingenious later I have seen the same streets abandoned and empty I was taken through those deaden streets in the midst of the rubble of burned buildings those powerful crowds were missing among the living only that usual sky far away stars and the sun
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 14:55:38 +0000
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