I’m Avraham Sutzkever, a Yiddish poet. In 1939, I married Freydke. After the Germans invaded in 1941, we were herded like cattle into the Vilna ghetto. I was a member of the sorting team. We risked our lives to smuggle out and hide manuscripts looted by the Nazis who murdered my mother and my newborn son. In 1943, Freydke, a fellow Yiddish poet and I escaped.
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.