Real and Unreal: Holocaust monologues

 


This is a series of monologues dealing with the Nazi Holocaust, based on reading and interviews conducted over the last few decades.

1- I am nobody

2 - Wrong steps

3 - I won’t let them take God from me

4 - Not being real

5 - I stopped loving trains

6 - Waiting for something to happen

7 - They do not see me

8 - The face of a Jew in my head

9 - I live in a drawer

10 - A crust of bread

11 - All I know

12- We turn to dust

13 - Every man for himself

14 - I pray for air





































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