quinta-feira, abril 29, 2004
" 'What do you suppose that white line in the sky that you saw from the crack in the cattle-car on your way to Stutthof really was?' the interviewer asked Elaine some thirty years later in her Brooklyn home.
'You see, in order to survive you must believe in something, you need a source of inspiration, of courage, something bigger than yourself, something to overcome reality. The line was my source of inspiration, my sign from heaven.
'Many years later, after liberation, when my children were growing up, I realized that the white line might have been fumes from a passing airplane's exhaust pipe, but does it really matter?"
Yaffa Eliach em Hasidic Tales of the Holocaust