A Birthday Gift To Me

A birthday gift to me courtesy thee youngest sister of mine The special parcel courtesy Amazon courier hurriedly delivered softbound book before yours truly could thank him/her cuz he/she dropped off outside our apartment door, upon opening the well sealed package my lower jaw dropped to the floor, when I beheld the unpronounceable title dealing with Holocaust never knowing heretofore a specific name (of those faceless millions) destroyed in the concentration camp(s) sufficiently suddenly, and subsequently finding me immediately linkedin to Jámbor (a Hungarian word meaning 'godly modest well-disposed,' hence a nickname for a humble and friendly person, whose hitherto unknown existence most likely exemplifying a storied life possibly quintessentially resplendent with riches gull lore ideally whose company gifted as some lucky person's nextdoor neighbor, thus her ITKA FRAJMAN ZYGMUNTOWICZ's spirit (the subject of the book, titled REMEMBER MY CHILD) constitutes a paternal relative to boot Itka's great grandfather was brother to our great grandmother so basically a third cousin relationship inexorably pulled at mine heart strings a must read detailing one story that came to light postwar, where embers of anti semitism smolder jumpstarting, intimidating, hinting, et cetera Nazi lionizing roar which account detailing aforementioned survivor of Hitler's so called final solution approximately four score years ago, yet history cannot and must not repeat itself lest lovely bones and ghosts of those mercilessly slaughtered would cause a vehement uproar.