"She was such a good natured soul; she must have seen or experienced some horrible atrocities to have written that maeesage."
"Blima or Blimele, simply means "flower."
"Meine teyere bride ich beit n'kemch fur myr."
I. October 1942
Golden haired child,
taken,
reducedd to ashes,
destroyed.
Who will be left alive?
Who will tell?
The flower no longer grows.
It has been swallowed by madness...
"ich bief n'kmech..."
The flower grows no more.
Killed by the frost of hate.
Cut down by ideology.
Only memories remain...
II. Maciejow - 1993
Today there is monument where the golden haired girl was killed.
One flower out of 4,500...
A man stands and reads the Russian and Hebrew words.
Staring at the ground he clenches his fists and swallows tears.
Surrounded by memories of death he walks away remembering the flower...
His sister.
Nothing will ever be the same...
T.S. Deary
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