The White Egg (A story by Michael Feldman) "I have always looked for my mother, everyday of my life." ON THE TRAIN A MIRACLE HAPPENED World War Two was in full swing, bombs falling, Jews dying. Poland totally destroyed. The war hit hard. Our home was gone. I was one year old when my mother died of starvation as she held my brother and me and cried, "Who will take care of my babies?" My brother and I with my father were barely alive. Hitler was on a rampage. Somehow we escaped the Nazi death camps. Death everywhere I looked. At the age of one I could smell death. Eating what we could find, we...