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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.”

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Suesse Paprika estklassig

Max Hanter Geselschaft

Gueltigheitsdatum auf der Dose

(Translation from German: High-quality sweet paprika, Max Hanter spices, last date for use stamped on the cover)

“It’s a new package,” their father said as he took the package of spices out of his van. He pointed to the shiny orange-green label. “Check it well.”

“Definitely recommended,” Bernard added, as his sisters loaded bags with products on a wheelbarrow.

“Stop giving out orders as if you were a real officer in the Wehrmacht,” his sister Helena snapped. “As it is, I’m going out of my mind at this point. We’ve got tons of pairs of hands working for us on the other side of the house, but we still have to schlep this monthly shopping order as if we were slaves. At least they bring the firewood, and Father agrees that they can come in to clean too.”

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Tuesday 2.11.93

I would like to sincerely request that you enable Elka Kush to make up the hours she has missed from work due to feeling unwell, so that she can get her regular monthly salary.

With respect,

Dr. Annie Katzburg

The doctor raised her head from the pen and paper and looked at Sara Liba. “In the normal world, before the rise of the Reich,” she spat out in an angry whisper, “there were workers’ rights. Rights! Basic ones! Someone who was sick had sick days, and was paid by his employer for those days!”

“I heard about it,” Sara Liba said. “My father, Hashem yinkom damo, had a shoe store, so those rules probably didn’t apply to him. But for people who worked for someone else, I’m sure it was significant.”

“Very, very significant.” The doctor shook her head. “I imagine that there were conditions, and you couldn’t announce that you were sick every day and get paid as if you worked normally. But it was a basic law that favored the workers. And here? People are choking themselves not to miss even one hour of work. It’s dreadful.”

Babbe sighed and took the sheet of paper. “They choke themselves?” she asked quietly. Was Elky choking? There had been something strange in her eyes when they’d spoken about the party and the work she would be missing. Was it possible that they were simply starving for bread at home? But why? He worked, she worked…why shouldn’t the money be enough for them to buy food?

“Choking, definitely. Should I give you an example? If Bilhah, the preschool teacher, would have been able to rest a bit more over the years, she wouldn’t be in the state that she’s in today.”

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In exchange for this document, products and merchandise will be supplied for a value of up to 5 Reichsmarks.
Supply of the merchandise is conditioned on the original document being complete, and affirmed by a stamp from the lager management and the signature of an authorized person.

The letters were not prominent or etched onto a highly valuable piece of paper, but Elky passed her finger over them as if she could actually feel them. She slipped the last paper in the pile into the new bag her mother-in-law had given her and stood up. Now where would be the right place for this to go?

Until now, the vouchers she’d gotten from Naomi were squirrelled away in a cabinet under the Shabbos towel. But it made much more sense to store them in a good handbag with a solid clasp, like the one she’d received just right now. Maybe she’d put the handbag with the vouchers in it at the bottom of her linen chest.

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Dearest Elky!

Embroidered with the loving hand and heart of a shvigger, in honor of your promotion at the office!

Mama (Mottel’s Mother)

Elky rubbed a finger over the small leather bag and the buttons that closed it, and raised shining eyes to Chaya Kush. “Thank you!” she said. “It’s so beautiful!”

“I’m happy you like it,” Mottel’s mother replied with a smile. “I saw a few of the younger women with such handbags in the last two weeks, so I thought it could be a good gift for you.”

“Yes, Katarina has been giving handbags as payment for embroidery and sewing work that she likes. They must have bought stock somewhere, so she can distribute them.”

“Do you like that style better?” her mother-in-law asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“No, this is much more special. It’s wider and more comfortable on the shoulder, and your stitching…” She studied the tiny, perfect, maroon stitching, and the satin flower affixed to the strap. “It’s gorgeous. Thanks so much again! It really makes me happy!”

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Amoxicillin – Dosage Instructions:

Speak with a doctor or healthcare professional regarding dosages. The normal dose is three times a day, one tablet with each meal, for ten days. Do not take medication without explicit instructions from a doctor; the damage may be worse than the benefits. This is a warning!

“But there are only eight pills here,” Naomi said to her grandmother as they stood in a dark corner in the yard of the infirmary, her hand shaking as she proffered the little carton. “Based on what the package says, Zuska needs thirty!”

“Not her, she’s a little girl,” Babbe replied, studying the tiny letters written in German. “It’s amazing to see this disgusting writing dripping with compassion and concern for our health… Anyway, we’ll give her one pill a day. It will be enough for eight days.”

“The nes of the pach shemen…” Naomi murmured, but there was no smile.

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A handwritten question in the margins of the Nugot Heyet (Fortified Place), the local monthly journal that was sent to the sick people in the infirmary:

Aryeh, please answer me on the other side of the page: Would you give 60 marks (our wedding gift from Wangel) to save one of my students?

Answer on the opposite margin of the page:

What’s the question.

Naomi’s feet were hurting from running around so much, and something inside her was completely drained from all the deliberations: the feeling of being torn, the actual decision, and coming to terms with it. But none of this was reflected in her eyes when she arrived at the office, out of breath, and leveled her gaze at Elky forty minutes before the end of the workday. “Our decision is yes,” she told her simply.

“That’s what you decided? Excellent.” Elky blinked rapidly and began to rummage in her drawer. “Just sign here that you got all of your monthly wages.” She took out the regular form. “It also wouldn’t hurt to write a few words of thanks to Wangel for the wedding gift… Here it is, because you probably don’t want to lie.”

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On a piece of paper, written with an unsharpened pencil:

Tram Ticket:

Passenger – Dror Elkovitz

Driver – Chaim Landau

Location – Yerushalayim

To – The Bais Hamikdash

Price – 2 silver shekels

“It’s too expensive, Chaim,” Naomi said seriously as she glanced at the large clock on the wall, and then turned back to the creased little note. Elky was already at work; she’d only be able to catch her for a few minutes during her lunch break.

“Expensive?”

“Yes. A silver shekel is worth much more than the marks we have here.”

“The flower-seller wrote it,” replied five-year-old Moishele, not quite grasping what she was saying.

“Who, Gittel?”

“Yes,” the boy said. He dashed over to the row of chairs that he had carefully arranged and shouted, “Tram! Tram! Who wants to come?”

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List in the back inside cover of Zeide Nachum’s siddur:

1945

March 23 – Digging pits

March 28 – Erev Pesach, we are walking

April 17 – 23 Nissan, Matthausen camp

April 19 – The Wehrmacht comes and chooses people

April 20 – Train ride to Austria

April 22 – Walking through the forest

Naomi put the siddur back in its place on the high shelf. “Have you ever shown this to Binyamin, Zeide?”

“I don’t remember. Why?”

“Because in recent months he’s been looking for information, answers to some questions he’s had about how this place was established and how it all started, how it was managed, what happened to my father before he passed away…”

“Lots of subjects. Is there something that connects them all, do you think?”

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Dear Naomi,

Please warm up for Zeide the steamed squash that is in the pot in the cooler cabinet. Both of you should eat; don’t leave anything for me, because I’ll only be back tomorrow, and it will be spoiled by then. Prepare something hot to drink and air out the room very well.

You take care of mine, I’m taking care of yours—and Hashem will take care of all of us…

With love, Babbe

Naomi set the table in her grandparents’ one-room apartment. “I think it’s been years since we’ve eaten supper together,” she said to her grandfather, taking out the small aluminum forks from the cutlery box.

He mustered up a small smile. “So now there’s an opportunity.”

“I guess so,” she replied as she sat down, playing with the strap of Babbe’s apron that was hanging on the hook behind her, swaying in the strong evening wind. “Babbe asked me to air out the room. But when it gets too cold for you, Zeide, tell me and I’ll close the window.”

“Alright.”

Naomi let go of the apron strap. “Tell me, Zeide, has it ever happened before that Babbe worked in the infirmary through the night? Because I don’t remember such a thing. Is this the first time?”

“It’s true, it’s hardly ever happened. When we were younger, there was no infirmary. People who needed a doctor called Dr. Baruch Grodotzky, zichrono l’vrachah, and he came to their houses or they came to his house. He only opened the infirmary after about ten years. His wife was the nurse there. For years, Wangel brought him all kinds of medical books, and that’s how he learned. He also taught the medical knowledge to his daughter, Katzburg.”

“And in recent years?”