Day After Night is based on the extraordinary true story of the October 1945 rescue of more than two hundred prisoners from the Atlit internment camp, a prison for "illegal" immigrants run by the British military near the Mediterranean coast north of Haifa. The story is told through the eyes... read more
“She had seen the broken and the doomed find consolation in their devotions, and a kind of peace. She knew that God had nothing to do with it. God was a pretext, or a metaphor, or a strategy. But sometime that was enough.”Zorah
in 1917, the English foreign secretary, Balfour, wrote a letter that promised the Jews a homeland in Palestine. It was a promise that they went back on in 1939, when they put handcuffs on Jewish immigration with a document called the White Paper.”Highlighted by 50 Kindle customers
“So in order to live, we must annihilate the past? Then what about your parents? Aren’t you responsible for their memories? If you don’t speak of them, it’s like you kill them all over again.”Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
“Weeping is terrible for the complexion,” said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, “but it is very good for the heart.”Highlighted by 36 Kindle customers
She knew they were reluctant to tell their own stories because all of them began and ended with the same horrible question: Why was I spared?Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
Sometimes “luck” was just another word for “creation,” which was as relentless as destruction.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
She knew that God had nothing to do with it. God was a pretext, or a metaphor, or a strategy. But sometimes that was enough.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
Leonie was certain that the people everyone else called insane really needed nothing but time, rest, and patience so that their private poisons could settle and dilute. The result might not be happiness or contentment, she knew. But after a while, rage might mellow to surliness, and catatonia settle into mere stiffness, no more threatening than a limp. Eventually, eccentricity would be forgiven as a sad souvenir from a terrible time, perfectly understandable, even normal, given the circumstances.Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
“Our plan? That was more like a game, a nice little story we told each other,” Leonie said. “Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.”Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
Leonie imagined Lucas’s face under her hands. Tedi throttled the men who had raped her. Zorah killed the neighbor who betrayed Jacob’s mother. Shayndel felt the muscles in her arms shaking with exertion, avenging Wolfe, Malka, Noah, her mother and father, Shmuley, and far too many others.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
For Tedi, memory was the enemy of happiness. She had already forgotten the name of the ship that had brought her to Palestine and of the stocky Greek boy who had held her shoulders while she retched, seasick, into a bucket. She wondered if she could fill her head with enough Hebrew to crowd out her native Dutch.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
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