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To the honorable Mr. Josef Wangel,

About half a year ago, I purchased a fur coat produced by your factory, ahead of a trip to London. It should be noted that throughout my stay there, I received countless compliments on the coat, which is unmatched in beauty and quality, and especially for its elegant finishing touches. I wish to offer you my blessings for this. I told all my acquaintances, both in London and in Austria, where I purchased the coat, and how satisfied I am with your exceptional work. There is no doubt that many years of family knowledge cannot be disputed.

Of course, going forward, I will purchase such items only from your unique factory.

Signed,

Victor Nissel, Head of the Social Democratic Party, Austria

The workers in the office read the letter with interest, smiled, as was expected of them, and complimented the Hauptmann standing at the door—also as was expected of them, even though the “family knowledge” mentioned in the letter was more their own than that of the Hauptmann, who was nevertheless glowing proudly and with satisfaction.

“I think all the factory workers will get a nice bonus for this,” he said. “I hope I’ll be able to get this letter published in the media. A bit of popularity among consumers won’t hurt us now. As you know,” he scowled suddenly, “people turned against us when we chased away curious eclipse tourists from the hillsides. And because neither I, nor you, want our sales to decline, we should all be working full force to ensure that such letters become a matter of course.”

He pointed to the letter. “This will hang here on the wall,” he noted, “so that everyone should remember what kind of output you are able to reach. Now, I want the young man Schvirtz here.”

“Can I ask why?” Leo Sherer asked submissively, but not before he motioned to one of the office boys to go call Binyamin from the factory.

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Abba comes home. Chana runs to Abba. Nosson also runs to Abba. Abba is happy.

Nosson gives Abba a date. Chana gives Abba a shoe.

Abba says, “Nosson is smart! Chana is smart! Thank you, children, thank you!”

“I’m already a reading expert,” Aryeh said with satisfaction as he put the paper down on the table. “I only had trouble with that last line, but I was able to figure it out.”

“I really wanted the father to tell them something else, but I couldn’t find something with the right nekudos,” Naomi said, taking out a small box of sugar.“If I would be more fluent in Lashon Hakodesh, maybe I would find better words with kamatz and pasach…” She smiled. “And maybe I would also find an idea for something else that Nosson could give the father… But my girls enjoy reading about a tamar,a date. The idea excites them even though none of them has ever seen the fruit.” She stopped and looked at her husband. She didn’t hear anything, but from experience she already knew that his sense of hearing was much sharper than hers, and clearly, he had just heard something.

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Sodium Chloride (15 kg)

Sodium Silicofluoride (1 kg)

Zinc Chloride (2 kg)

Formaldehyde (200 ml)

Sodium Bisulfate (2 kg)

Norsulfazol/Sulfidin/Furacilin (25 tablets)

Mix the ingredients well until it becomes a smooth mixture. Soak the fur in the mixture for a few hours until the hard top layer disappears entirely—

“Binyamin, how are you? Baruch Rofei cholim!” Mottel Kush cast a shadow on the paper his young friend was working on as he chewed on an apple.

“Baruch Hu u’baruch Shemo, I do feel much better.”

“What’s this paper?”

“This? These are instructions plus a list of ingredients for the initial soaking of the furs.”

“I got that much.” Mottel smiled and sat down on a nearby tree stump, far from the other workers who were using the break to grab a snack. “I meant to ask why you are sitting and writing it, and more than that—why are you writing nonsense? Fifteen kilograms of Sodium Chloride? You can throw that fur right into the garbage! What else did you write there? Twenty-five tablets…really! It’s one thing if you put in Norsulfazol, but Sulfidin? You need at least fifty if you want to keep the proportions that you started with.”

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SECTION 2: MORNING

Chapter Thirty Eight

A note slid under the door of Shelter B:

Is Hauptmann Josef Wangel inside now?

The note was sent back:

No, only one of the young ones.

Binyamin crumpled the note in his tightly closed fist, and without waiting, he cautiously turned the handle of the heavy door and entered. His eyes fell on the person sitting closest to it. “Thanks.” He smiled wanly to Elkovitz and slowly closed the door behind him.

“So you also came late,” the man whispered.

“As you can see.” Binyamin took a deep breath and opened the velvet satchel. “I didn’t know they were so pressured. Now, if you don’t mind…”

“Yes, of course,” Elkovitz replied. “Daven. I won’t bother you.”

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A letter that Binyamin wrote to his mother when he was seven years old:

To my dear Mamme!

I am lying in bed but I can’t fall asleep. I don’t like the end of the month, when there is no moon in the sky and everything is dark and you are also sleeping. Do you think that when Mashiach comes, the moon will be round all the time, or that we’ll be able to turn on as many lights as we want then, anyway?

Please tell me in the morning that you read this letter and that you are not laughing at someone who is afraid of the dark. Because the night is sometimes so long!

And also tell me what I can do so that I won’t be scared, because I already said Krias Shema and all the pesukim, and it’s just darker than ever.

From, Binyamin

The letter was kept in an upper cabinet in the house, with Naomi’s compositions and drawings by them both, along with a few other mementos of days past.

The door of the cabinet opened, and pages upon pages slid down in the darkness to the floor. He was again a little boy of seven, sad and hesitant, waiting for his mother to come and maybe sing something for him. He sat on the cold floor, with all the papers scattered around him. Maybe that little piece of paper was Tatte’s hospital card? It certainly looked like a medical document.

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On the bulletin board in the main dining room:

For a nominal fee, you can have your clothes laundered in the factory’s washing machine. Anyone interested should please contact Elky Kush.

“Elky?” Rochel Cohen put the big ladle down on the counter when she saw her daughter approaching, and came out from behind the counter. “How are you?”

“Baruch Hashem, everything is fine.”

“What’s the sign I saw this morning all about?”

“Oh, nothing major. Peri, who is in charge of laundry at the factory, told me that the new machine is faster and has a bigger drum, so the factory workers’ overalls and aprons get laundered faster. So now the old machine is standing empty.”

“And the office decided to give people a chance to enjoy it?”

“Yes…sort of.”

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Excerpted from “The Kindergarten Book”:

There was a father and mother who lived in Eretz Yisrael, and they had three children. The father went to learn Torah every day in the Beis Hamikdash, and the mother prepared food for the children who came home each day from their kindergarten and ate happily. (Surele F.)

The non-Jewish Hauptmanns did not come to tell them what to do. They would go all day to pick flowers for Shabbos, and they also gave them out to the poor neighbors, so they should be happy. (Chana R.)

Once, a heavy snow fell, and no flowers grew. Outside it was cold, but the children and their father and mother had heavy, thick blankets and lots of clothes that Mashiach gave them all. No one was cold. (Dror E.)

“It’s really nice.” Binyamin closed the thick notebook, whose pages were tied together with a colorful, curly ribbon. “You wrote a whole story together?”

“Each one of the children contributed a sentence when it was their turn,” Naomi said. She was sitting on a small chair in the corner of the clinic. “We made a few rounds, until the whole story came together. Don’t ask, it went through a bunch of different versions of really captivating plots… I just hope the kids won’t talk about it too much outside, and that they have enough brains to realize  it’s not a good idea for the Nazis to read the story. There are a lot of expressions about wanting to get out of here, and to see the beautiful world.”

“And if they do hear about it?”

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Name: Schvirtz, Binyamin

Son of: Asher and Rechel Schvirtz

Hospitalized on: 01-01-78

Reason: Intestinal Infection

Discharge: 05-01-78

Did he remember that? Very vaguely. He remembered having painful stomachaches, and figures passing by near his bed. Was his father one of them? Most likely; based on the date, it was half a year before his passing.

Binyamin stood near the open drawer, one of dozens, and held the precious card file. It was easy to get to—much easier than he’d thought. The whole wall unit was made up of endless drawers, and they were divided clearly into half-year periods. He easily found the card file for the first half of 1978, and there he was, the name on the first card.

With a bit more patience, he’d find his father’s file.

Aside for him, there were only two others in the infirmary right now, and their even breathing hummed in his ears like an all-clear siren that could change at any moment. He wasn’t worried about Zuretzky from the bakery; he was an innocent youth, a bit of a nebbach, who would easily accept any excuse for what Binyamin was doing in the event he’d suddenly wake up and ask.

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The Lion’s Tooth –

A flower found in the temperate climates of the planet. Its head is yellow when it first blooms, and it then turns into a ball of white-silver hairs. It can serve as food and as a healing plant. Its leaves can be eaten, despite tasting a bit bitter. They are rich in vitamins and good for the improvement of liver function.

Naomi read the caption under the dried leaves of the yellowish flower. “This is wonderful, Zuska,” she said, and turned the page over. “All the pages here…you worked so hard on this, didn’t you? I think that your collection of dried flowers is the biggest one of all the children in the camp.”

Zuska, lying in the bed, smiled shyly and nodded.

“How do you know so much about these plants?”

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Newspaper article:

More than five years after Henry Sauter, an American biologist, discovered a special gene that is found in the blood of Jews and their descendants for at least five generations hence, finally, the C&D Company has managed to develop a testing method for this gene. Scattering a certain substance in the air will detect those who have it.

The gene has been named “J1000,” and it was discovered randomly in private laboratory tests taken by the students at the University of Ohio in the United States of the Reich. Eighteen students out of 1,279 were found to have this specific gene. After extensive research, it was discovered that indeed, all eighteen students are descendants, in some form or another, of the known Semitic nation.

Already during the first stages of the gene study, the scientist Sauter spoke about developing a method where the carriers of this gene could be detected by scattering the contrast agent in the air.

“The next stage,” says C&D CEO Professor Herbert Sokol, “is to place detectors in central places, like main roads and shopping centers, and we hope that we can do this already at the end of this coming month. The significance of this achievement is the expansive implementation of thorough global testing, and separating those with this gene from the rest of the population.”

Sauter himself blesses C&D on their impressive accomplishment and notes that it is possible that they will use this substance in additional ways, like by using helicopters to scatter it over places with large populations. And so, within a few years, the world will march toward a new, completely safe future.

“A new, completely safe future.” Babbe folded the newspaper and pushed it onto the windowsill. “Children, notice one thing: how much they continue to be afraid of us. Years have passed since, in their view, they triumphed over the Jewish people. They don’t even know we exist…” She sighed and pointed to the newspaper that was slipping to the floor, though no one made the effort to pick it up. “And still, they are traumatized at the idea that there might still be Jews in existence.”