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David Leiderman

David Leiderman was born in Capresti, Romania, 1927. He was a pupil. Prior to WWII he lived in Capresti, Romania.  David was murdered in the Shoah. Place of death: Balta, Ukraine (USSR), 26/03/1944

From Yad Vashem.  You should go here to remember someone.  Please.

He wrote a poem

    Today, 24 February, is my birthday;
    I am 17 years old today.

    Here, in the city of Balta, Kozianshna Street, the house is strange to me.
    Without my father, without my brother – only my mother.
    My room has been reduced to just one corner
    But when its window is lit,
    The sunlight
    Doesn’t reach us at all.
    The sun refuses to light our way
    And isn’t prepared to wipe our tears
    The tears that have been streaming from our eyes for the past three years.

    Despite everything, we hope and believe that the sunlight
    Will shine on us and we will be liberated.
    Then the despair will be removed from our hearts
    And will be transferred to the enemy’s soul.

    At the moment we sit and wonder:
    What can tomorrow bring in its wake?
    To realise our dreams
    And to reach the day of liberation?
    Our aspirations are focused on one pinprick
    Of hope –

    To leave the constraints
    And return to my homeland –
    To the city where I was born.
    To return to the land, the land that I know –
    To the city that I know, to the city that I know.

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