Verfasst von Silke am 18 Dezember, 2007 - 16:00
By Jeff Jacoby
December 17, 2007
On the 7th night of Hanukkah in 1944, my father was in Auschwitz. He had been deported with his family to the Nazi extermination camp eight months earlier; by Hanukkah, only my father was still alive. That year, he kindled no Hanukkah lights. In Auschwitz, where anything and everything was punishable by death, any Jew caught practicing his religion could expect to be sent to the gas chambers, or shot on the spot.

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