by Ellen Norman Stern (Willow Grove, PA)
“Permit me to tell you a story.”
These are the words Elie Wiesel often used to begin an evening’s lecture or one of his “college encounters”.
Why am I using these words? Because they tell best how it happened that I was destined to write a story about this man who has become the prophet of his generation, which is also mine.
A long time ago when I was a little girl pushing a doll carriage along the sidewalk of my Berlin street, a young boy my age sat listening to stories in the House of Study of his hometown in the heart of Central Europe. We were far apart in location, background, and upbringing, yet, without our knowing it, a common experience was being prepared for us which would affect both his future and mine. We did not sense the coming of…
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