Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.
Elie WieselIt all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed.
Elie WieselOnce upon a time refugee meant somebody who has a refuge, found a place, a haven where he could find refuge.
Elie Wiesel