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Tue, Jul 27 2021, 5:22 pm

Ok Imamothers... what do you want to read from me I love writing and here I have some things

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Don't let it go on. Please don't make it stop, make it stop with my generation. That part that hurt me the most must not be passed on.
Something so repulsive, something so full of pain and sorrow is something I cannot explain, what my future children cannot understand, let alone my future grandchildren.
It must be dust to them, they shouldn't know it.
This thought Julia, formerly Hulda. She swore that no one in the new city would ever know that she was Jewish.
In the new city she could start anew, wouldn't she meet an old acquaintance who would ask her if her parents have come back. Because Julia's parents hadn't come back. Julia was alone. Alone on the world. In the new town she would go to a regular butcher. Uncle and Aunt weren't allowed to, the kosher butcher was a distant memory of who they were. Uncle was often angry and sad, he had seen his 3 year old daughter when she was being transported. Every day he went to the station to see if Julia's niece was still arriving.
Aunt tried to stop it but Uncle didn't want it, Aunt didn't want to go to the kosher butcher either because Aunt thought it was too expensive. They had two orphans and a child of their own in their care.
Julia looked around her new city, where no one knew her and no one knew her secret.
It was easier said than thought. Her accent was different, especially her appearance.
She stood out among the Aryan population, tall light-skinned people, blond hair and blue eyes.
During the Catholic heyday it was extra difficult for Julia, she saw people lugging around the city with all kinds of relics, she didn't know what they were doing, she saw the priest in a dress with a large crucifix. Julia thought it was scary. She didn't say anything about it. She knew that if she asked her neighbor what it was, the neighbor would soon find out her secret. Because who didn't know that? For people outside the city where Julia came from, there was only one religion: Catholicism. And Julia knew she wasn't Catholic.
But the word "Jew" never passed her lips.
It was also because her parents, whom she knew until she was eight, did not value being Jewish. It was an outdated thing, it did not give the desired result that according to Julia's father the socialist party did. After all, the socialist party of which the father and grandfather and Uncle and Aunt were members promised social housing, social security and free care for everyone. According to Aunt, Father once suggested that he cremate himself. Because what was the use of being Jewish? Giving money, not being able to work on Saturdays, praying in a language you didn't speak or read yourself. Dad couldn't read at all, let alone Hebrew!
That's why someone asked what Julia was, that's why she said 'socialist' she would never say the J-word, so also during a procession of Catholics. She would pretend she got it, like she was Catholic or Protestant. She would always pretend to be one of them. And not one of us.

^ Based on my grandmother

I have more but most of the things I write about or want to write about owuld never be Artscroll or Feldheim content anyhoo what would oyu like to read from me?