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.
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This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
Sources: Wikipedia; Yivo Encyclopedia; The University of Chicago Press
It should never have been allowed to happen. You are so brave.
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Yes, he was a very brave man.
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Dear Adele,
A subject near and dear to my heart. Anu zokhreem. We remember. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I was honored to write about this remarkable man. There is a book called, The Book Smugglers by David E. Fishman. It’s about Avraham and other Ghetto residents saved Jewish Treasures from the Nazis. Yes, we remember and will never forget. Thanks 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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Wow. Thank you for this interesting peace of history. I always learn something on your page!
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You’re welcome, Sunra 🙂 I learned about this courageous man just yesterday. I’m happy to share these bits of history with you and others.
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Dark truth needs light such as this. I fear that it can happen again. Well done.
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You’re right, Bill. These stories need to be told. And, thanks 🙂
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Well done, Adele, Another story worth sharing!
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Thanks, Dale 🙂 Was thrilled to be able to share this amazing man’s story.
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Funny how a word permits us to share something like this 🙂
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Yes, it is funny how that happens sometimes 🙂
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