To my dear brother, Mendele,
It's been over 80 years since you arrived in Auschwitz together with your mother Pessa Rachel, your uncles, aunts and the cousins who were around your age and older. The murderers made sure to send you on an express route, rushing you from the infamous Drancy internment camp in France in sealed train cars before anyone else could rescue you.
You were one of about 140 Polish Jews in the Vittel internment camp whose only crime was the fact that they were Jewish. Family members in the free world held high hopes that you would remain safe: your father in Eretz Yisrael, others in Switzerland, the United States, England. After all, your group held South American passports and British certificates to Palestine.
But the Satan and his Nazi agents were too quick. Once they laid their contaminated hands on you, they would not let go. They sent you on an express train to Auschwitz with clear instructions: no need for selektzia; just send them all directly to the gas chambers.
We will not be stopped by politics, by democracy, by dictators, and certainly not by anti-Semitism. We will continue to perpetuate our mission, and you will watch from above together with the entire family.
As I, Mendele, promise you, I will never forget.
Your younger sister, Ruth