Thursday, April 9, 2015

Night                                                                                                                                                            This time, there  were no Hungarian police.The town seemed deserted. The synagogue  resembled a large railroad station baggage and tears. The altar was shattered, the wall coverings shredded, the walls themselves bare. The twenty four hours spent there were horrendous.The men were down stairs, and the women were up stairs.Forbidden to go outside, people relieved themselves in a corner. page 22                                                                                                                                              

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