Imagery:
"Aunt Celia crawls into the dusty hole and the two sisters hold each other in a silent clasp. They have not seen each other for three years. And now, a reunion in the scorching hole, in Auschwitz."
"My hair has started to grow of a scalp of flaming red from the onslaught of the sun. The sharp, yellow bristles against a scarlet backdrop make my head look like a blushing porcupine."
I Have Lived a Thousand Years: Growing Up in the Holocaust