A Tribute to Mom, We Survived Together

Sam Rind

ISBN 10: 1532030037 / ISBN 13: 9781532030031

Editore: Iuniverse, 2017

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - I am no hero. Yet I d like to share my lifetime experiences. Through this book and presentations, I hope to affect as many people as possible. Being a Holocaust survivor, I ve witnessed outlandishly inhuman behavior. By helping others to understand the past as well as the importance of education, awareness, appreciation, and support of human rights, I hope we can all say, 'Never again!'It s difficult for me to write about the past. Some people don t realize how hard it is for me to tell my story. I usually joke around that s the way I am. It s the way I relax, because painful memories are always there. When the war broke out on September 1, 1939, I was only two years old. Consequently, I needed to depend upon my mom s recollections for many of the details provided in this memoir. Some of the events were so traumatic that even though I was a child then, they ve engraved themselves on my consciousness.

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• Titolo: A Tribute to Mom, We Survived Together
• Editore: Iuniverse
• Data di pubblicazione: 2017
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1532030037
• ISBN 13: 9781532030031
• Rilegatura: Taschenbuch
• Condizione: Neu
• Dimensioni: 229 L x 152 A x 5 P (millimetri) 229 millimetri di larghezza per 152 millimetri di altezza per 5 millimetri di profondità
• Peso: 128 grammi

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I am no hero. Yet I’d like to share my lifetime experiences. Through this book and presentations, I hope to affect as many people as possible. Being a Holocaust survivor, I’ve witnessed outlandishly inhuman behavior. By helping others to understand the past as well as the importance of education, awareness, appreciation, and support of human rights, I hope we can all say, “Never again!”

It’s difficult for me to write about the past. Some people don’t realize how hard it is for me to tell my story. I usually joke around—that’s the way I am. It’s the way I relax, because painful memories are always there. When the war broke out on September 1, 1939, I was only two years old. Consequently, I needed to depend upon my mom’s recollections for many of the details provided in this memoir. Some of the events were so traumatic that even though I was a child then, they’ve engraved themselves on my consciousness.