Fiktionaler Blick auf Jüdinnen im Exil

exiled

Fanny hurry. We’ve got to go!
The bath isn’t only yours, We meet in two in front the door. Veit, you’re up next. Set games aside, do your bed- Oh child, you still got work for school to do? I cut you some slack, get it settled, We lift in a few seconds. Next up front, Care-taking is due. Hermann? Still depressed? Not able to work. A Schlamassel, Liegst bald dich fest. Pain? What else left to feel? At least the more it hurts, the more you’ll know it’s real.

Anyway. My fingers burn by running needles; take a sip and sit up straight, this badge is crucial to make ends meet. Please wait, I gotta send this straight to the news. There must be someone left I knew…

Be so kind, If we can find,- if it’s just a few, our little ones may see the past and keep the future. My mum once said: Afile der raykhster zeyger hot nit mer vi zekhtsik minut. and she was right, daytime is fading, but work is not. A language skill won’t drop out of heaven above.

Finally, resting is barely achievable again females like me kit what’s left. Is it our duty?