Excerpt of The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
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Another person might have given up. I started again. This time I
didn't write about real things and I didn't write about
I wrote about the only thing I knew. The pages piled up. Even
only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for
continued to fill pages with her name.
After she left, everything fell apart. No Jew was safe. There
rumors of unfathomable things, and because we couldn't fathom
failed to believe them, until we had no choice and it was too
late. I was
working in Minsk, but I lost my job and went home to Slonim. The
pushed east. They got closer and closer. The morning we heard
their tanks approaching, my mother told me to hide in the woods.
wanted to take my youngest brother, he was only thirteen, but
she would take him herself. Why did I listen? Because it was
easier? I ran
out to the woods. I lay still on the ground. Dogs barked in the
Hours went by. And then the shots. So many shots. For some
didn't scream. Or maybe I couldn't hear their screams.
silence. My body was numb, I remember I tasted blood in my
don't know how much time passed. Days. I never went back. When I
up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd
words for even the smallest bit of life.
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