Her sunset and mine

The Bleeding Sky

as told to Louis Brandsdorfer

My Rating: ☼☼☼☼

"Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires.  Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the ground.  Just before the sunset the red in the sky would deepen to the color of blood.  I imagined the sky bleeding.  I imagined the heavens suffering with us.  To this day, a red sunset reminds me of the bleeding sky of Auschwitz."

This is the first book that I read about the Jews.  Mala, one of those who survived the war, tells the story to her daughter, and the quote above moved me very much.  I am so thankful that I see 'red sunsets' in a totally different light.