“The word ‘Jew’ was written on the first page of my passport. People suggested I change my nationality. But I refused.
My father, Moshe, was killed by the Nazis. My mother, Chaya, died shortly after from a heart attack. I was only four years old. And I had to be adopted.
My Jewish identity was all I had left to remember my parents. When the time came to replace my old passport, I was told that nationality is no longer listed on the new one. That’s when I decided I would save my old passport forever. Over 30 years have passed since then, and this is still my most prized possession.
I was born a Jew, and I will die a Jew.” – Tamara
Source: Chaim Danzinger
