body danced. is mind dreamt of the opera house. is body ate that
bread. I am the one who had the thought that night and who thinks it
again now: Mengele killed my mother; Mengele let me live. Now a girl
who shared a crust with me nearly a year ago has recognized me. She
uses her last strength to interlace her ĕngers with Magda’s and those
of the other girls and li me up into the air. In a way, Mengele
allowed this moment to happen. He didn’t kill any of us that night or
any night after. He gave us bread.
rick simeone
(Rick Simeone)
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