FRAGMENTS FROM THE GHETTO A W...

FRAGMENTS FROM THE GHETTO

A WORD

I remember when I heard it for the first time. It was at the true beginning of the war, right after the defeat. The word drifted into my ears as family around me deliberated: will they hug us in the ghetto or not? I didn't know what this word meant, nevertheless I realized that it was cohereed with moving; I sensed that it was something adults were speaking of with fear, however to me it seemed that moving would be an interesting adventure. And in the cessation I envisioned this mysterious and incomprehensible ghetto as a many-storied carriage riding