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...almost two years, said Beganovic, his family lived barricaded in their small home, slipping out a back window to fetch food, harassed nightly by neighbors. The end came on Feb. 16, when two men wearing women's stockings over their heads charged into the house demanding money. The Beganovics had none to give them. "They hit my nine-year-old," says Rasema, Nazif's 33- year-old daughter. "I saw that her nose and ears were bleeding, and I screamed at them to let her go. Then they turned on me and raped me, one after the other. My whole...
FOLLOWING KRISTALLNACHT IN 1939, when Nazi mobs in Berlin destroyed synagogues and shops owned by Jews, a small window to freedom briefly opened for German, Austrian and Polish children. Over the course of eight months, nearly 10,000 Jewish youngsters under 18 were evacuated to Britain to stay with foster families until it was safe to return. Most never saw their parents or homeland again. While the Kindertransport saved them, the separation from everything they had cared for would be a kind of death...
...reported by Lisa Beyer, TIME's Jerusalem bureau chief, Hamad was having a ) light dinner with his family in their home in Bethlehem in the West Bank. Around 8:30 p.m., they heard shouting outside. Through the window, they saw two men on the street yelling in American-accented English: "Fyou, Arab cowards!" "I'm going to kill you!" "Come out of your house...
...tender contempt." The past echoed in Potter's inner ear like an accordion rendition of Peg o' My Heart: trite, tinny, extraordinarily potent. But as his days dwindled, he attended, rapturously, to the present. "I'm almost serene," he said to Bragg. "I can celebrate life. Below my window there's an apple tree in blossom. It's white. And looking at it -- instead of saying, 'Oh, that's a nice blossom' -- now, looking at it through the window, I see the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be. The nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous...
Matt and I are sitting in his bedroom on thesecond floor of the Fat Day House; there are pilesof clothes and CDs on the floor, and a cat issitting in the window...