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Sources & Philosophy
From that moment my identity became rooted |
About the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising |
Auschwitz Kaddish |
Faith and desperation |
From the eulogy at the funeral of Antek Zukerman |
He sent me a long letter |
How will the uprising continue? |
How will we be worthy of their memory |
In Captivity of the Nazis |
Letter from the Ghetto |
Man Trembles |
Memorial day and the rebels |
Please end their despair |
Proclamation by the Underground in the Vilna Ghetto |
Protest and defiance |
Reflection |
Testimony |
The night of the decision about the uprising in the Warsaw Ghetto |
The secret of the strength of the movement |
To be at the bottom |
We will remember |
What do you know |
When they pass away |
Yitzhak Zuckerman (Antek) - His and about Him |
You only are mine |
the Uprising of Loneliness |
what should we have done and didn't? |
Nurit Lapid
From that moment my identity became rooted
Dovrat, 1986
I remember myself and Sarah my sister sitting on the armrest of the armchair on both sides of my father and listening to a story of his family. This was the first time that I heard about the Holocaust. I think that I was then 7 years old. Since then and until the Eichmann trial I perceived the Holocaust as a private event of my family, a difficult event for other Jews.
In the Eichmann trial I remained like everyone close to the radio and I listened to the various testimonies. In one of the broadcasts I found myself weeping. When I tried at a later age to explain to myself the emotions that captured me I reached the conclusion that from that moment my national identity became rooted in me, the Jewish identity.
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