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| "Tereska" by David Seymour, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
What is strangest is that I was not myself, but a young girl, perhaps only eight or nine years old.
At first there were only rumors, that people were being rounded up and put into train cars, bound for no one knew where. Then the news, that neighbors and families had indeed disappeared, leaving behind their clothes and furniture and homes. And finally, the certainty that whoever was doing this was getting closer.
Soon they would find me. When they did, everything I knew would come to an end and something else would begin. Something terrible.
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