Recreating a Family’s Lost Holocaust History, Step By Step

His legs were scratched and bloody, but Henri never complained. That’s all I was told about my father’s escape from the Germans over the Pyrenees Mountains some time in the second half of 1940. He was 5 years old, his sister, Cecile, was 3, and the day they walked out of their apartment in Paris’s …

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