How much did you really miss?

Oh, the blessed web! All those once-unanswerable questions that now can be: What would’ve happened if? How badly did I blow it? Thanks to the web, we can now find out.


What a fool I've been

I wrote this memoir in the spirit of a Holocaust survivor: after enduring such an ordeal, the need to bear witness is strong. This happened; the world must know.

It’s not as if I were going to learn anything from writing this book. No, surely after years of therapy, I’ve gleaned all possible lessons. It’s the world that needs educating, not me.

Or so I thought. But then, why was it so hard to write certain stories so that they made sense?