Out of the Shoebox: An Autobiographic Mystery (Historical Nonfiction story)
Yaron Reshef
Language: English
Pages: 267
ISBN: B00ONT6N0A
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Did you ever get a phone call that changed your life?
That is what happened to author of this book.
A mysterious unexpected phone call hurls Yaron Reshef into an intensive two-year journey, during which he has to solve a mystery that took shape in the 1930s and gradually unfolded in the present. A mysterious lot, a forgotten bank account, a people long gone ”" along with their memory which were obliterated during the Holocaust. All of these rise to the surface, bearing with them memories and emotions previously hidden away in the shoebox.
Out of the Shoebox is a fascinating journal that reads like a detective story, comes across as an imaginative quest into the past, yet is the true personal story of the writer, Yaron Reshef.
“I had no intention of writing a book. I had no need to write a story in general nor a story about my family and the Holocaust in particular. But life being what it is, sometimes things happen in mysterious, even surprising ways. Stuff that used to take center stage moves to the background, and background stuff moves downstage and center. That’s what happened in my case.”
Yaron Reshef
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I read this fascinating book as a “quest story" and couldn’t stop reading it even for one moment. It is the story of the children of holocaust victims”.
Rose Finkelman
“Together with its literary values, Yaron Reshef's book,” Out of the Shoebox”, can be used as a textbook or a model for anyone who believes in Intuitive Methods of information search”.
A. Panini
“It's a long time since I enjoyed so much reading a historical story. It is an optimistic novel that tells us about the nature of reconciliation and acceptance”.
Moses Bari
Out of the shoebox reads absolutely like a detective story. When I read Yaron’s book I felt like “hearing the author voice reading me the story”. It was a spiritual experience for me.
Ruth Levine
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Never forgave herself for living while her whole family perished in the Holocaust. Again she told me the incredible events she shared with my father. How in 1939 they left Palestine for Poland with my sister Ilana, who was then a year old, to show off their eldest daughter to their parents. They arrived at Chortkow in Galicia on the eve of World War II as German forces advanced east using blitzkrieg tactics. Their parents, especially my mother's, did all they could to convince them to stay in.
And exterminated. It hid the headstones as though concealing them and isolating them from the outside world. Bullets were embedded in some of the headstones, proof of the battles that took place in the graveyard. It was the first time I noticed that the words for grave – kever – and battle – krav – in Hebrew are made up of the same letters. We walked up and down the cemetery, having trouble making our way among the trees, branches, bushes and nettles, taking pictures of headstones so we could.
Finkelman mills used to stand are still covered in wood chips and sawdust. The layers upon layers of sawdust leave no room for doubt… according to my family's stories, our grandfathers were close friends until your grandfather died in the early ‘30s… I didn't know your father survived and that you were the grandson… I brought you to the empty lot just so I could tell you that Chortkow was home to many kinds of Jews: Hasidim, Mitnagdim , Maskilim , who unfortunately all shared the same fate… Here.
Sheer chance that my mother's family’s bunker was flooded with water from the river and her whole family drowned? Or, was it chance that brought me, after an eighteen-month-long unexpected journey, tracing my family's past, to Chortkow to sit with Viktor and Bogdan, on a pleasant evening after a hot day, to hear a legend about the origin of the evil that resides within the river. The evil that one day rose and turned heaven to hell, as my mother had said. It raged, killed, murdered, abused and.
Grandfather – murdered in the Holocaust 1890-1942 Fradel, my grandmother – murdered in the Holocaust 1888-1942 Malca (Malia), my mother 1911-2013 Anshel, my uncle – murdered in the Holocaust 1917-1942 Selka, my aunt – murdered in the Holocaust 1920-1942 Moshe, my uncle – murdered in the Holocaust 1922-1942 Pepe, second cousin – murdered in the Holocaust 1922-1942 The Finkelman family, my father's family: Isak, Itzig, my grandfather 1868-1933 Rivka, my grandmother –.