Even during these terrible events that we are dealing with today, I pray to you, Hakadosh Baruch Hu, Who will save us from this awful distress and bring us out of the darkness into the light.
Mrs. Sheindi Miller holds a yellowing card in her trembling hands. In a voice that never falters, she reads from it in Hungarian and translates the words she wrote 80 years ago into Hebrew—words she wrote in the darkness of the hell that was Auschwitz. For Mrs. Miller, it is as if it all happened yesterday. Everything she wrote as a 14-year-old girl comes to life before her eyes.
“I write this diary in black ink on white paper,” she reads, “but it would have been better if I had written it with blood from my heart.” In fact, she wrote using a splinter of wood dipped in charcoal.
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