I cannot remember exactly when I understood what it meant to be born a Jew. That most of what happened to me was because I was a Jew. In the same way, I cannot remember exactly the day I understood that the small shapes on paper was a language to be understood.That it was letters so neatly lined up on the white paper and kept between two covers, just like the Jews in ghetto and Lager. To be able to read and write has always been a sort of mystery to me.But deep inside, I have always recognized the power of knowing to read and write, and has become as important to me as life itself. A burden...

Very little is written about the special-needs children during the Holocaust and what happened to them. One important book is Hitler's Forgotten Victims. But besides telling, it is also to show how special these children are-their ability to love and to be loved. They are more than a burden and great responsibility; they bring forth the best in us, values we so often forget or dismiss as not important.