Murder of a child
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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,…
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I miss you, even though I don’t know you and we’ve never met. I miss you because you could have been the composer who composed my favourite piece of music. I miss you because you could have been the poet who wrote my favourite poem. I miss you because you could have been the painter…
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The “Letters to Henio” project began in the city of Lublin in 2005 as part of an activity to preserve and reconstruct the city’s Jewish heritage. A local cultural center, Grodzka Gate – NN Theatre, organizes this educational activity. According to the center’s director, Tomasz Pietrasiewicz, the main idea of the project is as follows:…
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I want to sing one last song , maybe “Hoedje van Papier” (hat made out of paper) my Dad sings that for me everyday and I know all the words. I want to draw one more picture. Perhaps of a butterfly who sits still on a tulip in the garden. I want to have one…
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You only lived a few miles down the road from me. You could have been my teacher. You could have been my Doctor You could have been my plumber. You could have been the father of a girl friend You could have been the uncle of my best friend. You could have been a scientist…
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Yesterday it would have been my 80th Birthday. Henny Sophia Frank, born on February 23,1939 in Amsterdam. My name is Henny Sophia but people call me Henneke. But alas I was not allowed to celebrate my 80th birthday. Nor was I allowed to celebrate my 70th or 60th, in fact I wasn’t even allowed to…
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Being a parent is one of the hardest jobs in the world. The sleepless nights, the dirty diapers, the countless times being peed on. Also, the worries when your baby has a bit of a temperature, the millions of scenarios of what could go wrong with your child. But all of that is forgotten the…
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I am Paul , like every 4 year old boy I like to kick a ball. Give me a blank sheet of paper and some crayons and I am happy as can be. I am Paul I feel like a big boy but I know I am small. I like to play outside, come rain…
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I was born with a promise of life. A life full of joy and excitement, but also a life of sometimes sadness A life of play and learning new skills every day. A life which is unique , so very much the same as other but yet totally different. A life with family and friends.…
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Dear Louis, I have to believe you are an Angel Because if I don’t I get engulfed with hate for those who killed you. But your beautiful face only radiates love. You are an Angel, you already look up to your new home in Heaven. You were 4 when you were murdered by those who…
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