Also a story of interfaith compassion, the author and her family were hidden by the efforts of a non-Jewish couple and a sympathetic Ukrainian militiaman at the risk of their own lives. Their developing relationship and the harrowing events that followed lend the book an immediacy and jolt so many years later. Fanya Heller's subtle depiction of her parent's knowledge that it was a non-Jew's love for their daughter that had moved him to hide them; their embarrassment and ultimate acceptance of the situation, leads us to wonder how we would have acted under the same circumstances – as father, mother, or daughter.
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To give other educators the tools to effectively teach the lessons of the Holocaust, Mrs. Heller commissions an annual conference on Holocaust education at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in New York City. She also lectures at universities and conferences to promote further awareness of the Holocaust.
Trying to shake loose from my nightmare, I rolled deeper into the blanket on the floor of the attic. But footsteps clattering on the stairs shocked me awake.
"Run, get going!" echoed from every room, the panic reverberating through the walls of the stairwell. Doors slammed open as mothers searched in the dark for their sleeping children.
I peered out the window, which looked down on the main avenue of our shtetl, Skala. Through the early-morning haze I could make out figures in German uniforms two blocks away, jumping off a truck, its headlights dimmed; and closer, men with rifles and machine guns kicking in doors. Huge dogs barked, and several that were unleashed darted in all directions. It was, I later found out, the beginning of the aktsia--the day and a half of September 26-27, 1942, when the Gestapo and the Ukraninian militia joined forces to stalk every one of Skala's Jews...
...The thud of bodies colliding on the upstairs landing sounded in my ears as I raced out the door in my nightgown, without coat or shoes. My hair was in curlers, with a kerchief tied around my head, because after dinner the previous evening I had washed and set it in preparation for today's festivities: Succos and my eighteenth birthday.
I dashed towrd the hiding place that my father and uncles had prepared for us. It was at the end of a vast yard five or six blocks long, owned by Grandfather Jacob, whose lumber business had once been the largest in Skala...
Vaulting over boards of lumber inthe yard and tumbling across a rolling barrel, I sprinted straight aheand amid the noise of screams and shots coming from just beyond the wooden fence. From only a block away, the sound of heavy battering was followed by a volley of gunfire. I felt a sudden pain in my shoulder: a bullet must have hit me! Ignore it and run faster, I told myself, but the lumberyard seemed to have gotten longer since the last time I had wandered through it...
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