The author's father (far right). The day my childhood came to an abrupt end and my life changed for evermore was 11th August 1967. I was twelve and was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of my mum’s piercing screams which rocked the house to its very foundations.
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My Dad Never Told Me About His Holocaust Past. Then I Found His Letters
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