Yochva

"It was horrible. We had heard the stories, of terror, hunger, death, but none of it really sank in. As they say, eyewitness accounts are stronger than hearsay. I remember the day we were deported. It was overcast and gray, but not rainy. Aya wanted to play outside, to splash in the puddles, but Mama refused. ‘You’ll get sick,’ she said, ‘Not today’. But she escaped anyway, and splashed off down the street, clutching her doll, and getting her dress dirty.When Mama noticed, she sent me to fetch her back, and scold her. So I went off down the street in my old raincoat and hat, wary of rain. I saw her in the town square, crouching down, happi...