Hungary
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Life is only a sequence of events and accidents, often determined when and where you are born. When I was 15, as a young man in the 1980s in the Netherlands, my main interest was girls and trying to get beer. When Elie Wiesel was 15 and a young man in Romania (or then Hungary)
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A diary is the most personal possession someone might have. It is a journal of their wishes, fears and often their secrets. It is therefore extremely important when a diary becomes public it is treated with the utmost dignity and respect, especially those that were written during the darkest era of mankind. Diary of Susi
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I don’t think I have to tell anyone who Elie Wiesel is, but for those who don’t know him, I’ll provide a brief overview. Elie Wiesel was born in Sighet (in Transylvania, now a part of Romania, but part of Hungary between 1940 and 1945) on 30 September 1928 and grew up in a Chassidic
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A world without heroes, Is like a world without sun, you can’t look up to anyone, without heroes
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Klara Boda—just a child. Klara Boda—just a child with two fluffy toys. Klara Boda—just a child who wanted to go to school Klara Boda—just a child who wanted to be a princess. Klara Boda—just a child, whose life was not complicated. Klara Boda—all she needed was love and care. Klara Boda—just a child who received
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There is nothing more beautiful and rewarding then the smile of a baby. Nothing comes even close to it. When you see a happy baby you cannot help but smile. When you see a happy baby you get a warm feeling and a sense of peace and serenity. The beauty of sound of a laughing
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I took a break for a few days in writing about the Holocaust, basically it was getting a bit too much for me and I needed a break. However I do realize that if I stop writing about the Holocaust it means one less person to tell the stories and opportunity to keep that history
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The Smile of an Angel has the power to warm your heart. It gives comfort to a weary soul. The Smile of an Angel makes you want to become a better person, the manifestation of the best version of you. The Smile of an Angel spreads joy ans and love. Then why did the The
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My smile will last forever. Your hate will disappear. My smile only brings joy. Your hate brings nothing but fear. My smile warms people’s hearts. Your hate brings nothing. My smile is pure Your hate is filth. My smile is that of an Angel. Your hate is pure evil. Your hate killed me ,Eva Bruszt,
History of Sorts 
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