Alicia: My StoryRandom House Publishing Group, 16.02.2011 - 448 Seiten WINNER OF THE 1989 CHRISTOPHER AWARD • Here is a thrilling, uplifting story of true-life heroism unequaled since the publication of Anne Frank's diary—a story that the young must hear and their elders must remember. Take Alicia's hand—and follow. “This memoir is heartbreaking. I hope it will be read by Jews and non-Jews alike.”—Elie Wiesel, author of Night Her name is Alicia. She was thirteen when she began saving the lives of people she did not know—while fleeing the Nazis through war-ravaged Poland. Her family cruelly wrenched from her, Alicia rescued other Jews from the Gestapo, led them to safe hideouts, and lent them her courage and hope. Even the sight of her mother's brutal murder could not quash this remarkable child's faith in human goodness—or her determination to prevail against overwhelming odds. After the war, Alicia continued to risk her life, leading Polish Jews on an underground route to freedom in Palestine. She swore on her brother's grave that if she survived, she would speak for her silenced family. This book is the eloquent fulfillment of that oath. Praise for Alicia “Profoundly observed . . . remarkably lived . . . ferocious bravery.”—The New York Times Book Review “As exciting as it is inspirational. In fact, a good bit of Alicia: My Story reads as if it were written by one of our better writers of fiction.”—The Pittsburgh Press “A compelling voice, lucid prose . . . a luminous testimony to the heroism and humanity of one remarkable person.”—San Francisco Chronicle “Straightforward . . . energizing and inspirational.”—Newsday |
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... couldn't eat my dinner, and instead of doing my homework I just sat staring at the pages. My mother noticed my mood and, gently taking my hands, pulled me to my feet and asked me to follow her. We sat down on the grass in the backyard ...
... couldn't eat my dinner, and instead of doing my homework I just sat staring at the pages. My mother noticed my mood and, gently taking my hands, pulled me to my feet and asked me to follow her. We sat down on the grass in the backyard ...
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... couldn't change the orders. Then one early morning a policeman came to our home. It was bad news, he said. Moshe had died suddenly. It looked as though food poisoning was the cause. Our family was in shock. We had been hoping for his ...
... couldn't change the orders. Then one early morning a policeman came to our home. It was bad news, he said. Moshe had died suddenly. It looked as though food poisoning was the cause. Our family was in shock. We had been hoping for his ...
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... couldn't even understand gripped me, and I couldn't stop crying. My brother's death brought changes in my parents. Mama was very pale and was constantly wiping her eyes. She moved in kind of a trance and didn't answer us when we were ...
... couldn't even understand gripped me, and I couldn't stop crying. My brother's death brought changes in my parents. Mama was very pale and was constantly wiping her eyes. She moved in kind of a trance and didn't answer us when we were ...
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... couldn't have. You couldn't have.” “Alicia"—his voice was gentle—“I looked everywhere I could think of.” My mother, listening to our argument, sat quietly, holding my brother Herzl on her lap, looking drained of all strength. The ordeal ...
... couldn't have. You couldn't have.” “Alicia"—his voice was gentle—“I looked everywhere I could think of.” My mother, listening to our argument, sat quietly, holding my brother Herzl on her lap, looking drained of all strength. The ordeal ...
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... couldn't. It gave me some measure of satisfaction to believe that the Germans had not found it either. The second time, I was caught in the afternoon and ordered to clean the floors in my old school—and in my very own classroom. The ...
... couldn't. It gave me some measure of satisfaction to believe that the Germans had not found it either. The second time, I was caught in the afternoon and ordered to clean the floors in my old school—and in my very own classroom. The ...
Inhalt
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The First Action | 49 |
Bella | 68 |
In Chortkov Prison | 76 |
the Bitter Winter of 1943 | 177 |
My Mother | 206 |
Struggle to Survive | 234 |
Return to Buczacz | 258 |
In a Russian Prison | 290 |
My Orphanage | 320 |
The Brecha | 337 |
Lodz | 360 |
Milek | 102 |
Reunion | 117 |
In the Fields | 132 |
Wujciu | 158 |
The Badgastein DP Camp | 390 |
School in Belgium | 408 |
Coming Home | 418 |
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Alicia Aliyah Bet asked Badgastein began Bella Bielsko bread Brecha Bronia brother Buczacz Bunio bunker Chortkov cried crying door DP camp Eretz Israel eyes face farmer father felt field forest friends Germans Gestapo ghetto girl hand happened head hear heard heart Hebrew Herzl hiding inside Jewish Jewish agency Jews Judenrat Jurman killed knew Kola Kopechince leave lived Lodz looked Mama Manka Mesha Milek morning mother moved Nazis night NKVD pain partisans Peppa Poland Poles police Polish potatoes prison pulled quickly Rachel realized remembered returned Russian Sharf sitting Slavka sleep sleigh smiled someone Soviet Union stay stood stopped street suddenly survived talk tears tell Theodor Herzl things thought told took trying turned Tzivia Ukrainian UNRRA village voice waiting walked woman worried Wujciu Yiddish young Zachary