The walk up from the cortijo, ( Spanish farm ) along the narrow, winding, steep tracks had been exhausting: harder than she had ever known it to be, and she had lagged far behind the others, gasping for breath, her joints stiff and painful. She staggered into the cooling shade of a widely spreading algorrobo ( carob )tree to rest for a few moments. Then, panting in the summer heat, she went to where a trickle of cold sweet mountain water ran from a cleft in the rocks into a shallow, mossy basin,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, July 6, 2005
The Holocaust
SHOAH They came in the gloom of ghetto dawn: came in their menacing, drab grey trucks: came in their shining limousines, prowling the streets like cruising sharks. They came with guns and clubs and dogs: came with bayonets sticks and whips: and fired with their insensate rage, they severed our history at a stroke: shattered our time in a myriad shards. We had no time to mourn our dead: no Kaddish* for the dead in the streets: no time once more to love our wives: no time to see our fruit trees... Sign in to see full entry.