On Friday, September 1, 1939, the day WWII broke out, my real life began to end... only a few of us will survive. Dr. Baruch Milch's first wife was murdered along with his young son and his faith. In his utter loneliness, Milch, having lost all that was dear to him, wrote almost compulsively on pieces of paper and notes to leave a testimony behind. "Apparently there are no coincidences in this precise book edited by Avigal... This is a tremendous labor of love, written with great emotion and having great emotional impact." [Literature and Books, Ma'ariv]
