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3 of his head, hair kinda strung out sideways from his ears, like Eliahu's, blondish as I remember it.

   We went.  No matter what you know about the Holocaust, or what you think you know, when you go thru' Yas Vashem, you realize you don't know a pintele.  Nothing prepares you for the chamber of horrors you go thru'.
   There are certain kinds of pain I endure best alone.  I don't want to see any body, talk to any body, touch any body, share with any body.  It comes from having grown up an only child to ? parents, lonely in the firmative [sic] years.  One learns to make it alone.