Memories of Christmas Eve
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010The year was 1943 and the winter, as is usual in the Bialystok region, was harsh. The trees looked like glassy, motionless objects. Houses in the entire town stood shrouded in melancholy and dread. As night fell, the lights went dark in the windows, leaving only the moon casting its glow among distant cold stars. Sometimes passing airplanes could be heard, followed by the sounds of bombs exploding far away and then a glow of fires burning somewhere over the horizon reflected in the night sky. (more…)
