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I can't tell if he's laughing or crying.

Ten Cents a Blister

I’ve been honoured with doing a guest post for Wayfarer at A Holistic Journey. So go on over and check it out.

A Holistic Journey

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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17 replies

  1. You’re right: not all scary things are things that go bump in the night. I like this.

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  2. You know what is funny? I did not even realize this was a guest post on Holistic Wayfarer when I liked and commented on it. I am such a dingbat sometimes. That being said, you deserve a like over here for this story, too.

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