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My Father's Youth

My father did not surrender an iota to the pressures of the communist culture.
My father’s young age, coupled with the distance from home, made it difficult for him to adjust to his new surroundings.
He rushed over and found the stranger lying on the ground with his eyes closed, completely unconscious. There was a distinctly toxic smell emanating from his mouth.
During those years of hunger, many young Jews went to get tested: perhaps they would be accepted to the theater and would have some kind of income.
In those terrifying times, a train ride was treacherous undertaking for a Jew. If a Jewish passenger fell into the hands of one of the Machnovites, he could be taunted and eventually hurled to his death from the rapidly moving train. None of the other passengers would interfere or attempt to prevent the catastrophe.