1945, an emaciated six-year-old girl lay in her own filth in a squalid hut at Bergen-Belsen, where the sick and dying moaned amid a frozen river of corpses. “It was the lowest point in my life, in all our lives,” Sara Moses, 81, says in her apartment at Kavod Senior Life. “I had typhus. I was one of the youngest children there, just barely alive.” But she did not die. “My waking hours were spent, as was my habit in childhood, escaping into my imaginary world,” says Moses. “I used whatever I could find around me. “I would single out one of the lice and pretend she was going home to her mommy, where a wonderful dinner was waiting. “I also had my hands. The […]
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