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“God remember – God remember; we do not ask for more. Just remember the 5,700,000.
“Five million seven hundred thousand – the heart bleeds, the hand trembles when writing down such a number.
“Three generations we have lost, the old grandfather with his grandchild. Both were slaughtered on the same day. The fields of Poland lament, the trees of Lithuania weep, and cursed Europe is crying –where are our Jews? Why did our earth become a grave for them?” |
