Ghetto.

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C. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

The narrow streets of the ghetto, not so unlike her new home. Only here, they didn’t feel so confining. In the heat of the noonday, stone walls kept her cool. She stepped out with her groceries in hand.

Only for a moment, she let her mind drift into the past, and the ghetto prison. Mentally, she heard the cries of the dying, the prayers of the living for death. Then, she crossed through the breach of light created by a break in the wall, and heard the laughter of children at play, and songs of thanksgiving. Ghetto no more, home.

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Author’s note: During WW2, many unsuspecting people were lured into the ghettos and death camps by promises of a new life rich with work, education, etc.  Many ended up in camps as a result of not being able to immigrate to other nations not yet controlled by the Nazi party.  It leaves history to ask how many lives might have been saved?

 

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32 thoughts on “Ghetto.

  1. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! .”..the prayers of living for death” expresses the agony of the inmates so brilliantly . Moves me to think that they spent not days but seasons in them and even managed to celebrate life through the pain , calling it their home , despite it all

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    1. Moon, this is about World War 2 and the area known as that Warsaw Ghetto. If you google it, you can learn more than you’d ever want to know about the horrors that happened there, as well as the small victories and the will to survive.

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  2. Dear Jelli,

    Those scars left by the war will never completely heal. Such a powerful one you’ve written this week, my friend

    Have you seen or read The Pianist? The movie is quite faithful to the book and worth seeing. One of the best depictions of the Warsaw ghetto I’ve seen about one man’s survival. All true.

    Again…a subject near and dear to my heart and well written.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. I don’t believe I have seen that movie or the book. I read a book once about a Violinist who survived the ghetto, and have spoken with many other survivors. We used to attend a church years ago that shared our building with a congregation made up of many survivors. It was truly a blessing to be surrounded by so many faithful souls. I figured I needed to write something uplifting this week, and this picture leant to that so well. I especially liked your extra photos. Might have to add the one at the wall praying to my sketchbook, that is, if you don’t mind. Shalom, Dear One, Shalom indeed!

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      1. Might give me something to do this weekend as Hubby is going out of town. A much needed break from full time caregiving, though. I may just vegetate with pizza, pop, and the radio.

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    1. There was a book I read many decades ago that addressed this very issue. Oh, fiddles and harpstrings, I wish I could remember the title. It covered what America “could have done” with what it knew (which was much), but didn’t. It was extremely sobering. After reading it, I felt more than a little ashamed at my country.

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