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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... suddenly the maps I had drawn seemed more real and threatening. I was loyal to my country and did not want anything to happen to it. On the way home I mentioned this conversation to my father and his face became very sad. I knew his ...
... suddenly the maps I had drawn seemed more real and threatening. I was loyal to my country and did not want anything to happen to it. On the way home I mentioned this conversation to my father and his face became very sad. I knew his ...
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... Suddenly it was as though she had a stranger for a son. Finally they began suggesting he come home, but he scorned the idea and insisted on staying in Leningrad. My father would have loved to go to Russia and personally bring Moshe home ...
... Suddenly it was as though she had a stranger for a son. Finally they began suggesting he come home, but he scorned the idea and insisted on staying in Leningrad. My father would have loved to go to Russia and personally bring Moshe home ...
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... 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 dead. Father left immediately for Chortkov. We stayed home from school waiting ...
... 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 dead. Father left immediately for Chortkov. We stayed home from school waiting ...
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... Suddenly I realized what he was hinting at. “It was thunder!” I cried. “Don't tell me it wasn't.” “It could have been thunder, sweetheart, but I didn't think so then. I think"—he looked at my mother, and with a choked voice added—“we ...
... Suddenly I realized what he was hinting at. “It was thunder!” I cried. “Don't tell me it wasn't.” “It could have been thunder, sweetheart, but I didn't think so then. I think"—he looked at my mother, and with a choked voice added—“we ...
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... Suddenly I felt very tired and sat down on a log. I don't know how long I sat there, when suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. I sprang to my feet. “Papa!" I cried. “Papa, I am here!" “Stay where you are,” the voice called back. “I ...
... Suddenly I felt very tired and sat down on a log. I don't know how long I sat there, when suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. I sprang to my feet. “Papa!" I cried. “Papa, I am here!" “Stay where you are,” the voice called back. “I ...
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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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