In a different display, a doll and children’s clothes, shoes smaller than your hand, bibs yellow with age and wear, hats lovingly knitted for tiny ears. The doll is missing her head, and it is amazing how her blond sprawl of curls is better cared for than the tons of human hair in the other room.
Auschwitz, Poland Monday, March 24, 2014 11:38 AM from my collection, Poems from Poland