Martruska Doll

I have never experienced anything like this book. I've absorbed many a story/account of the atrocities during the war, but this book went further.

In a rather naive sort of blind ignorance, until I read this book, I assumed that life for the survivors of the Holocaust was 100% better than what they'd been through. Unfortunately, Traub's semi-autobiographical story has made it horrendously, achingly clear, that the end of the war wasn't the miraculous end of pain and suffering, rather a twisted, new beginning of new pains, new suffering. My heart breaks. There aren't words that this goyim can put together to articulate the sorrow any better than Traub has herself.

Do yourself a favor, and read this book. If more people were aware of it, and read it, it could help there be just a smidge less pain and hate in the world.

The survivors are few now, we must listen while we can, or their stories and warnings, will be lost to us forever.