The Redhead of Auschwitz. A True Story

by Nechama Birnbaum

If music is the language of the soul, then dance is the way my body speaks to those souls from here on earth.

“I am not! They are like stars scattered on your face, as if your face is the sky when it gets dark.”

He has a sureness about him, a confidence that shows he does not need to be heard. On the stage, I love to move and make noise, but in regular life I am quiet too, and his sweet silence attracts me to him like frogs to the water.

You don’t wait for life to happen to you, you happen to life. With every move you make you can choose to make it what you want, what you believe in, even if it is the harder choice.”

All the time I was buried underground, there were flowers growing on top of me.

Evil happens when good people do not see the good in other people. Evil happens when we judge each other. Evil happens when we put ourselves higher than others. Evil happens when we stand by someone else’s evil and do not speak up.