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“That day […] was the saddest day of my life. I wanted to cry, not out of joy, but out of sorrow. The kissing crewmen of the tanks, the flowers being thrown at them, the jubilation of the masses, the feeling of freedom and deliverance, and we – Zvia, I and the dog – are standing among the crowd, alone, orphaned, the last ones left and knowing all too well that the Jewish people are no more. What sort of happiness could this possibly be? It’s not easy being the last of the Mohicans.”
– Yitzhak Zuckerman
