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Karl Brandt was a Nazi doctor. They hung him for war crimes. âIt is no shame to stand on this scaffold,â he said.
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During the Holocaust, a Nazi doctor named Klaus Schilling infected a thousand Jews with malaria. âPlease,â he said at the Nuremberg trials, âlet me finish my experiments.â
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A German officer once went to the Passover Seder of a local rabbi. The Seder service was very long, and the German officer was getting very hungry. Finally, the rabbiâs wife brought out a tray full of food. The German took one bite and spat it out. âWhat a stupid people!â he shouted. âWaiting all this time, just to eat bitter herbs!â The German officer walked angrily out the door. âWhat a fool,â said the rabbi. âIf only he had waited a moment more, the bitter herbs would have been followed by a delicious meal.â
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Our families will come to Miami, too, if they havenât all been murdered in the camps. Then weâll buy a big house with a tennis court and a pool and a car thatâs not a Mercedes or a Ford, and maybe if Kevin isnât a Nazi he can come visit us and we can ride bikes on the beach or something.
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T IPS FOR HITCHHIKING :
Make a big sign.
Stand at the entrance to a highway.
Smile.
Stand where thereâs space for a car to pull over.
If you can, bring a girl along, like Deena.
Florida is 6,600 miles from Israel. Weâll probably go to Jerusalem and stay in the King David Hotel. Deena goes there every Passover with her family. They have a tennis court and a pool.
Waiting for Joe
I N the beginning, he was always on time. But it had been a long time since the beginning, longer than either Doughnut or Danish could remember.
âI donât get it,â complained Danish. âIsnât it time?â
âItâs time,â answered Doughnut.
âIt feels like itâs time.â
âItâs time.â
Danish paced anxiously back and forth. Of course it was time! He knew it was time! He didnât need Doughnut to tell him that it was time!
âSo where is he then?â asked Danish. âIf itâs time, then where is he? I donât understand. Either he knows that itâs time or he doesnât. Does he know thatitâs time?â
Doughnut sat curled up inside their cold, empty feeding bowl, focused intently on the doorknob of the apartment front door, believing with all of his heart that at any moment the doorknob would turn, the door would open and Joe would appear.
âWe cannot pretend to think that we know what Joe knows and what Joe doesnât know,â pronounced Doughnut with a sharp twitch of his nose, âwe must only believe with all of our heart that Joe knows.â
âI bet he doesnât know!â said Danish. He rose upon his hind legs and flailed uselessly at the glass walls until he became exhausted. Breathing heavily, he lumbered over to the water bottle that hung in the far corner and drew a few drops into his mouth.
âYou nonbelievers are all the same,â scoffed Doughnut. He pushed some dry cedar chips into a small, comfortable mound and settled down upon it. âAs if you were the first hamster to ever doubt him!â he said. âThe first rodent to ever think , really. Who
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