In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
Sometime in the lonely summer of 1942, Valy—bereft of even the rare letters my grandfather had provided, bereft of credible options to get out—sometime in those miserable months when it seemed the rest of the world had forgotten her and her mother, sometime in that period when it seemed nothing could ever shake the torpor that had settled over them, the endless waiting, the dreary sameness of their days, caring for the elderly and worrying they would lose even the small semblance of normalcy their lives still retained, by being sent, like their neighbors, east, whatever that meant, sometime in those months, Valy met Hans Fabisch.
Source: Sarah Wildman, Paper Love: Searching for the Girl My Grandfather Left Behind