Enhance
Peter Feigle
Testimonial Poem
When I go to school I often think of you.
A vacant expanse left in placement.
The Austrian boy, Kurt Grossman, often keeps me sane.
Teaching me German when there is little to do.
We share a common experience,
His mother disappeared like you.
His father was released in a week's time.
The French interment camp, Gurs, did not last.
Lucky are those who do not share our fate.
A vacant expanse left in placement.
The Austrian boy, Kurt Grossman, often keeps me sane.
Teaching me German when there is little to do.
We share a common experience,
His mother disappeared like you.
His father was released in a week's time.
The French interment camp, Gurs, did not last.
Lucky are those who do not share our fate.
