My father

My father did not tell me much about his childhood. And I, by stupidity, was not very interested in the details of his life … He seemed huge, severe, I sa...

Looking from the past

Post-war Chisinau. June 28th street, but the old-timers still call it Sinadinovskaya. We are five of us. The eldest Mishka is almost seven, I’m just four ...

I love the Italians

I love the Italians. My mother taught me so. My mother, when the war started was 24 years old. She was young and very beautiful. Together with my grandmother th...

Ticket to the wreck ship

The tragic book called The Holocaust has many terrible pages. And here are only a few pages of this volume of human sufferings… We found several interesti...