For seventy years, Menucha has remained silent. The image of parting at the train station in Warsaw in the Spring of 1935 remains engraved in her memory. The face of five year old Menucha is pressed against the window of the train, her eyes, wide with horror, stare at the scene on the platform.
Her sister Mindel, 11 years old, is clinging desperately to their mother’s dress. The piercing whistle of the train fills the air. The mother, in a single movement, tears away from the grasp of her daughter and rushes to board the train. The clatter of the wheels erases the image of the child vainly chasing the vanishing train.