May 21, 2024
“Mud sucked at her boots; spring´s thaw was setting in. Lombardy poplar trees were scattered at random, their leaves dried out, twigs like arthritic fingers pointing to the darkening sky. They marched toward a massive steel gate. A Gothic-lettered sign inscribed with tall letters gave her pause: Arbeit macht frei —work will set you free” - Lovers in Auschwitz




















