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« The separation from my mother is terrible. We say nothing to each other. No tears, no "se you soon", no hugs, just a sort of flight, a sauve-qui-peut. »

Bernard Kanovitch

Born in Paris in 1932 into a Lithuanian family, Bernard was 9 years old when his father was arrested in August 1941. After the rest of the family narrowly escaped the Vél' d'Hiv roundup, Bernard’s mother sent him and his brother into hiding in the Free Zone, while she stayed in Paris with her youngest daughter, still a baby.
When the boys came back to Paris at the end of the war, they were orphans, since their parents and sister had died in Auschwitz. Their aunt then took them in. Five years later, they managed to reclaim the family apartment, where nothing had changed. They settled in, surrounded by memories. Despite their hardship, Bernard and his brother went on to have successful careers in medicine and law, just as their father had wished.



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