The Lone Girl
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sun, Jan 3, 2016
I am Elizabeta Veigh.
I am fifteen years old.
I am Latvian .
I once lived with my mother,grandmother and papa.
Mama is dead,papa is missing,taken by the Russains and who knows about Omana.
I was training to be a dancer.
But none of that matters.
Because the Nazi's have arrived
And I am a Jew.
And as far as they're concerned
That's all that matters
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