DAYS 12 to 16 SWAKOPMUND AND SPITZKOPPE CAMPSITE: PART TWO
In comparison to Sophia, my life has been one of relative ease and love. I have been blessed abundantly in so many ways. Then unbidden, the memory of the little girl who had died in Auschwitz popped back into my mind. I remembered her vivid sensory impressions: the acrid smells that she had breathed, the
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