When they knocked on the door, forced us in the cattle wagons, I couldn’t imagine that I would fall in love there, amidst the greatest of human miseries, an electrified barbed wire between us and black smoke rising behind me.
We knew exactly what we were doing the day we ran towards each other, clasped hands across the fence… I survived the electric shock, she didn’t. Friends pulled me away kicking and screaming, guards laughed, dogs barked.
I never forgave myself living through liberation, my mind’s eye nailed to the soot-spitting chimney. Part of that rising smoke…was she.
Yossi Faybish was born in Romania, where he spent his childhood absorbing a rich cultural heritage seeping through the imperfect seals of an oppressive system. He finished his higher studies in Israel, and then wandered away with his job and his family, finally ending in Belgium. He works in and is passionate about the high-tech industry, though writing is a serious runner-up; or maybe it’s the other way around. Yossi writes prose and poetry in a variety of styles and languages, mainly English and Romanian. “I want people to know not the what but the way I think,” he says. yossifaybish.com. aquillrelle.com.
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