Dear Stranger,
Papa usually tells me everything. I've always been closer to him than Mama.
But these days I have no idea what he's thinking. Now he and Mama whisper to each other every morning and night.
I have no hope left anymore.
—Etta
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The Sound of Silence
Ficción histórica"God had given us a miracle, and I wasn't sure there would be one next." Winter 1942, one of the coldest years in history. Hans Steiner, a man of his late thirties, looks through the iron fence, through the hollow eyes that follow him, and to the as...
