“People need to know what happened. Once the Holocaust survivors are gone, the museums will have to tell the story. I was in Paris in ’38 and my parents were sent to Auschwitz and murdered. I was 11 months old. I don’t remember them. I lived with a Catholic family on a farm and in two orphanages.”
Good enough isn’t an option. It’s got to be the best I can do.
“I even make my sandwich backwards. I put my bottom piece here and my bun here. And then whenever I eat it, my bottom...







Not only were so many lives ended in the Holocaust, even more were extremely lessened as a result, such as this man who never knew the love of his mother or father; through no fault of their own but through PURE EVIL. Bless his heart. I wish I could hug him.