Young bantam by the flowerbeds beside the rotunda in baby pink gloves working on her jab & hook with not one, but two personal trainers. (Perhaps she was taking turns with her sparring partner.) Late night little parks like that presented danger, this lass determined not to be caught unprepared.
After a life-time of reading, the Auschwitz pathologist Miklos Nyiszli presented the extreme of human drama with Mengele and some of the other notables in an account that defied comprehension. All knowing and understanding fell to nothing before those scenes in his memoir.
Turning onto Beaconsfield in the days later those palms, the Spring greenery and curved paths in the park appeared as intangible as drawings in a children’s picture book. The émigré Jews who settled after the war in Balaclava must have looked upon it the same when they came down the road to the beach.
NB. Auschwitz: A Doctor’s Eyewitness Account
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