Tell me about your father. My father's first name was Joseph. He used to love to read to us and we

to snuggly into bed with him at night and he would read and

and I still today can hear how he probably read it hundred times but he always laughed.

I think that I did worship him and adored him. I thought he was the best looking man in my universe. Back when Hannah had escaped to Denmark,

Hannah had escaped to Denmark,

Hannah's father, Joseph, wrote to distant family in Cincinnati.

He pleaded for their help.

If his whole family couldn't get out of Europe,

how about just Hannah?

Joseph then wrote to Hannah in Denmark. How about just Hannah?

Joseph then wrote to Hannah in Denmark.

He told her that she should go to the American embassy in Copenhagen to see if the affidavit that he hopelessly wished for came through, but she refused.

I still have all the letters from my parents after all these years and I promised

myself we would translate them to English.

I start and then I start.

And then year later I start and I start.

I just don't know.

I really haven't finished it.

On August 6, 1940, a 15-year-old Hannah writes in her diary.

Quote, I sent both letters back, and also a letter saying that I didn't give a damn about the affidavit and that I had to go to Palestine.

Daddy kept bombarding me with letters. He hit the roof, repaching me for not loving my own parents, leaving them

high and dry, and how much they had sacrificed for me and mean nothing for them, and that I was

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