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“If one more person shows me their prisoner number, I will punch a holocaust survivor.” I didn’t mean it, not even close, but hoped that somehow it would explain how helpless I felt. The situation was too much for me to handle. The sins of our fathers had been transferred to me, and I felt treated unfairly. It made me angry and so sad.
The Golden Voice from Czechoslovakia. A beautiful country, once a part of Austria and Hungary and since 1992 separated into the Czech Republic and Slovakia.
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The tears of a child, the pain of a mother!
A heart full of memories of a dead father!
A silence that is bursting with agonizing screams
So quiet and yet devastated with shattered dreams
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It had fascinated me, yet I couldn’t remember its name. It makes music out of nothing. “It’s a diddley wiggly thing.” I tried to remember what it had been called but my memory failed me -again.
Just three months ago I watched a documentary about Sinead O’Connor and ever since, my admiration for this strong woman had gone of the chart. Hearing about her passing made me very sad today.
Such a strong woman.
Truth be told I was dragged to the first meeting, it is so not my thing, but then I enjoyed the company and I had such a good time, that I now join the gatherings frequently.
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After a diagnosis of an incurable disease, it takes a while until we understand what it actually means. I remember it so well. I knew my lab results would come in that day or the next and when I saw my doctor’s number coming up on my cellphone, I excused myself, grabbed my husband’s car keys, and walked out.
If a good song was enough
to make it rain love
we could sing it a million
a million times
When you decided to leave
all of your past behind,
flags paraded on the streets
and you saw freedom;