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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... sitting in the semidarkness of the balcony, where the ladies prayed. My brother's voice would reach into the depth of my soul and carry me off into the beauty of its words and melody. It was in this synagogue that Bunio had his Bar ...
... sitting in the semidarkness of the balcony, where the ladies prayed. My brother's voice would reach into the depth of my soul and carry me off into the beauty of its words and melody. It was in this synagogue that Bunio had his Bar ...
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... sitting in a chair and eating an ice cream cone. Nearby, two men were smoking and talking. I did not pay much attention at first, but the word “war” caught my attention. I knew from history books about wars, and I had seen Papa's medal ...
... sitting in a chair and eating an ice cream cone. Nearby, two men were smoking and talking. I did not pay much attention at first, but the word “war” caught my attention. I knew from history books about wars, and I had seen Papa's medal ...
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... days of mourning, the shiva. We sat on low stools. Papa and my brothers had their garments torn at the lapels. People came to visit and sit with us. Zachary came home, but even his presence could not stop 14 Alicia Appleman-Jurman.
... days of mourning, the shiva. We sat on low stools. Papa and my brothers had their garments torn at the lapels. People came to visit and sit with us. Zachary came home, but even his presence could not stop 14 Alicia Appleman-Jurman.
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... sitting up with her. She was very troubled. Although she tried not to show it, the tightly gripped handkerchief in her hand revealed her anguish. In the early morning my mother left the house to meet with the men who had formed a ...
... sitting up with her. She was very troubled. Although she tried not to show it, the tightly gripped handkerchief in her hand revealed her anguish. In the early morning my mother left the house to meet with the men who had formed a ...
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... sitting at their desks. One of these was my friend Slavka, whom I had known since we first came to Buczacz. She was a Gentile, but then, so were many of my friends. It didn't take long for my presence to become known to those inside the ...
... sitting at their desks. One of these was my friend Slavka, whom I had known since we first came to Buczacz. She was a Gentile, but then, so were many of my friends. It didn't take long for my presence to become known to those inside 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