Inside Eva’s swaying train car, without fresh air and no bathroom facilities, it had become unbearably foul. Eva clung to Bert.
“Papa, the smell, I’m sick. There’s no air,” Eva said.
“Sing,” Bert said.
“Sing?” Eva shook her head. “No, I can’t. I can’t even breathe.”
Bert took her face in his hands. “Yes, you can. You are the bravest girl I’ve ever known.”
“Do you think God can still hear me?” she whispered, with tears in her eyes. “Papa, am I still Jewish?”
“You are a strong and faithful Jew, and God smiles on you,” Bert said. Eva sang:
Hear, O Israel
Our prayer has begun.
The Lord is our God.
The Lord is one.
The other passengers sang quietly with the beautiful young woman. Helga stood with her arms crossed, her lips pursed as if to make sure no prayer escaped, as the train rumbled unsteadily along the tracks.
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