Sublime

My friend Ruth Zylberman sent me these two short letters from an eight-year-old boy to his grandmother during the 1936 purges in the Soviet Union. The first: Dear Babushka, I’m not dead yet. You’re the only one I have in the world and I’m the only one you have. If I don’t die, when I’m grown up and you’re very, very old, I’ll work and take care of

“Let us not forget even at this hour that we must live with the Arabs in this land,”

Paix aux morts qui se sont fait une fin aussi brave. Il n'y a pas d'homme qui peut savoir comment il supportera sa dernière heure.

Prisoners of War.