I Survived the Nazis Hell [antikvár]

You are going to have to live The book you are about to read is my life story. Had I just been a regular child, not Jewish; not bora in Eastern Europe; and had my father not saved my life three times from the ultimate death, you would not be reading these words now. My life is a miracle. The fact that lm here today is a miracle. This is what this untold story is all about. It was spring, 1945,1 was barely sixteen years old, and I was in a concentration camp with my father somewhere in Poland. My father's last days I see now rolling as a moving picture. I can see him as he looks at me and says, "Son, take this piece of bread. Im not hungry anymore." By handing this piece of bread to me, he not only handed me a piece of food, he handed me something much more. He handed me his soul, his life dreams, everything he had. His words to me were, "You are going to have to live. You have to be Jewish. I want you to be married and remember who your ancestors were. I want you to remember you past." The way he spoke these words to me were very different from the way he usually spoke to me. These words were not just said to me as a father to son; these words were foretelling the future. The story I am about to teli you was born back in that labor camp where I decided, if I survived, that it was