Sunday love
HE LAY COMFORTABLY on the couch and felt the rage slowly welling up inside him. Now he had to get up, just when he felt like lazing on the couch, he had to go and take a hot bath, then a cold shower, to shave, to dress up smartly, lingering for half an hour over...
The secret mission
In the few days that had elapsed since the ghetto was set up in the little Carpathian town of Ostrov, the Jewish Council, the so-called Judenrat, had succeeded in being neither good nor bad, but rather in being wholly naïve. Appointed chairman of the council, Mr Faivel Fischknopf was an elderly Jew with a little...
