“History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”

Awake. Hard platform, six to a bed, striped pajamas. Smell of human filth and ash. Awake. Soft queen size bed with Basset stretched against him. Awake. Shivering in cold. Awake. “Soft work”, he’d called it, programming a computer. Awake. Modeh Ani on his chattering lips. Awake. Dry-cleaned tallit across his back in shul. Awake. Washing … More “History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”