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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... morning, about two or three A.M. I did not hear the pounding on the front door, although others did. I awoke to footsteps running past my room and down the stairs. Then I heard my mother cry out. For a moment I remained under my covers ...
... morning, about two or three A.M. I did not hear the pounding on the front door, although others did. I awoke to footsteps running past my room and down the stairs. Then I heard my mother cry out. For a moment I remained under my covers ...
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... morning, and from his face and the look in his eyes I immediately knew that Moshe had not returned with him. I had to go to school even though I would rather have stayed home. I remembered what Father had said when Moshe got home—to ...
... morning, and from his face and the look in his eyes I immediately knew that Moshe had not returned with him. I had to go to school even though I would rather have stayed home. I remembered what Father had said when Moshe got home—to ...
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... 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 release from prison every day, and now he was ...
... 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 release from prison every day, and now he was ...
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... morning all the Russians were gone, and with them some of our own townspeople, who, because they had supported the Russians, now feared reprisals from the Germans. After the Russians left, there was wild looting in town. Windows were ...
... morning all the Russians were gone, and with them some of our own townspeople, who, because they had supported the Russians, now feared reprisals from the Germans. After the Russians left, there was wild looting in town. Windows were ...
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... morning my mother left the house to meet with the men who had formed a committee to represent the Jewish people to the German authorities. They were later to be known as the Judenrat, but then they were an unofficial committee ...
... morning my mother left the house to meet with the men who had formed a committee to represent the Jewish people to the German authorities. They were later to be known as the Judenrat, but then they were an unofficial committee ...
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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