We're Going to a Medical Facility.

"We thought, there's nobody left. The way we saw our being, the way they massacred our people," he says. "So baser tells me, no talis here. Let's try to go back homeward... Maybe we'll find somebody alive." 'I couldn't think of anything,' writes Bantian about his brother who was killed in chakoslovakia during World War II. "'Where is he? I don't know, but i saw him.' We had my mother's sister, ooriginally lived in budapes'