Leon’s name produced the most vivid of family memories. She described him as “beloved,” her uncle Leon, like an older brother, only sixteen years older than she. He was always around, a constant presence. “He was so nice, I loved him.” She stopped herself, surprised by what she had just said. Then she said it again, in case I missed it. “I really loved him.” He grew up with her, Herta explained, living in the same apartment after Malke returned to Lemberg in 1919. He was there when she was born in 1920, sixteen years old, a Viennese schoolboy. Her mother, Gusta, was his guardian in Malke’s
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