Menachem Bodner

Sometimes I stare at people in the street, and I look for someone who looks like me, my biggest hope is my brother will be here. Maybe from another country. Or maybe another survivor can tell me something, recognize me or remember us both. Anything.

Menachem Bodner

They told me so much about my mother, the most important thing: Now I know my mother's face. Before I had remembered only her blond hair. Now I can see her.

Menachem Bodner