Summary of Tova Friedman & Malcolm Brabant's The Daughter of Auschwitz

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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 The block elder, a woman in charge of the block, was Jewish. She was given extra food by the Nazis in return for carrying out their orders. I was afraid of her, but without her, there was chaos.
#2 One day, I was with the other children in the barracks when a woman I didn’t recognize came in. She was emaciated, and her features were distorted by malnutrition. But it was my mama. She told me that the Nazis were rounding up people to walk to Germany. Maybe you will make it. You might survive the march. But this is not a world for children. I don’t want you to survive alone.
#3 I had always lived in a world where being Jewish meant you were destined to die. I had never known freedom, and my survival depended on my ability to judge the mood of my captors.
#4 I was terrified of the German shepherds, and their handlers, who were bigger than I was. I never looked in the eyes of the SS, the elite military corps that were made up of the most fanatical Nazis.

Sujets

• History
• Jews
• Histoire
• Jewish

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 22 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798350026177
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Tova Friedman & Malcolm Brabant's The Daughter of Auschwitz
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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

The block elder, a woman in charge of the block, was Jewish. She was given extra food by the Nazis in return for carrying out their orders. I was afraid of her, but without her, there was chaos.

#2

One day, I was with the other children in the barracks when a woman I didn’t recognize came in. She was emaciated, and her features were distorted by malnutrition. But it was my mama. She told me that the Nazis were rounding up people to walk to Germany. Maybe you will make it. You might survive the march. But this is not a world for children. I don’t want you to survive alone.

#3

I had always lived in a world where being Jewish meant you were destined to die. I had never known freedom, and my survival depended on my ability to judge the mood of my captors.

#4

I was terrified of the German shepherds, and their handlers, who were bigger than I was. I never looked in the eyes of the SS, the elite military corps that were made up of the most fanatical Nazis.

#5

The block elder, a woman, had allowed me to visit the girls’ block next door. The building was empty, and the children had simply disappeared. I couldn’t understand what Mama was doing, but I knew I had to do everything she told me.

#6

I was extremely calm. I was so relaxed that I began to visualize a doll with a green face. I wanted that doll’s head. I didn’t have any toys in the camp, so I didn’t know what playing was. I just wanted the doll’s head to keep me company.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was a very sensitive child, and could hear everything that was going on around me. I would spend hours working out the voices belonged to which pair of legs. I heard the word Gestapo repeated over and over again, with a mixture of fear, anger, and venom.

#2

The Nazis created the Tomaszów Mazowiecki ghetto in December 1940. Jews were banned from the main part of Tomaszów Mazowiecki, an industrial town in Central Poland, seventy miles southwest of the capital, Warsaw. They were required to identify themselves as Jews by wearing a white armband adorned with a blue Star of David.

#3

I lived behind the ghetto walls from 1941 to 1944. The atmosphere was claustrophobic, and the smell of boiling potato skins permeated everything.