He asks everything twice and still can't remember what you've told him.
Maybe he's just confused by the sudden change and he'll get over it. Otherwise, everything is going fine.
Mr. Dussel has told us much about the outside world we've missed for so long.
He had sad news. Countless friends and acquaintances have been taken off to a dreadful fate.
Night after night, green and gray military vehicles cruise the streets.
They knock on every door, asking whether any Jews live there. If so, the whole family is immediately taken away.
If not, they proceed to the next house. It's impossible to escape their clutches unless you go into hiding.
They often go around with lists, knocking only on those doors where they know there's a big haul to be made.
They frequently offer a bounty, so much per head. It's like the slave hunts of the olden days.
I don't mean to make light of this; it's much too tragic for that.
In the evenings when it's dark, I often see long lines of good, innocent people, accompanied by crying children,
walking on and on, ordered about by a handful of men who bully and beat them until they nearly drop.
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