I’m currently reading, “All But My Life” by Gerda Weissmann Klein. This is a true story of a teenage girl during the holocaust. Gerda and her family live in Poland and slowly but surely, the Nazis take their town and take away their lives.
This is not the first holocaust book I have read and won’t be the last. I have read other books and have been to a concentration camp. The horrors are still unbelievable to me. But more than that, I read these books because the strength, perseverance, and love of ordinary people, ordinary families is also unbelievable, and not to be forgotten.
When I visited a camp outside of Berlin last year, I remember the tour guide said, “Don’t try to rationalize what happened in your head. There is no rational explanation”.