I’ve been honoured with doing a guest post for Wayfarer at A Holistic Journey. So go on over and check it out.
He was the survivor of a Nazi concentration camp. His parents and sisters perished there.
I met Robert Walker when I was about eleven years old.
I’m not sure if Robert felt sorry for me, genuinely liked me, or thought I needed a break, but he had me home for a weekend. It was a rare opportunity to spend time in the city. Living on a farm, a religious commune, my brother and I worked hard as we had next to no mechanization.
“After the camp, when the war was over, I came to Canada. I was only ten years old. The family I lived with had a farm. I was paid by the blister.” He held out his hands, palms facing me. “Ten cents a blister. I made sure I had ten blisters. I needed that money.”
Robert showed me his coin collection and his stamp collection. He demonstrated…
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