Please-Don't Forget Me!

At last, she begins to
walk.

porarily mad and attacked the aide, whose
shirt is splattered with blood.

THE THIRD DAY:

ettie Freeman is helping a friend to
breakfast. Even at this early hour,
Freeman is in a good mood. She's
wearing her new pearl earrings.
"This is my person," she says of the woman
beside her. "I watch to make sure she drinks
her water and doesn't spill it all over herself."
A married couple wanders together down
to the dining hall. The wife has difficulty
'remembering the rooms; her husband cannot
walk. So they work together: the wife pushes
her husband, and he gives her directions.
Now the dining hall is full. The meal
begins.

N

One of the survivors of the night is
Shulamis Goldoftas. She stayed up late, sit-
ting in her wheelchair just inside the door to
her room.
Goldoftas is elegant and warm and funny
— the kind of woman anyone would like as
a grandmother. Like many others here, she
also has 1,001 magical tales from her life.
Unlike most, she can remember them all in
vivid detail.
She was born in Vilna, "Do you know about
Vilna?"
"Yes, of course," you respond.
Now she is pleased. She continues. She
studied fashion in Paris. She met her hus-
band in Vilna, and had one son.
Eventually, terrified by reports of the Nazis,
the family fled to Brussels, Belgium, where
Goldoftas' sister, a doctor, and brother-in-law
lived.
"We left on a Saturday afternoon," Goldof-

The workout is complete.

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