Tamar Wyschogrod

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Berlin, 1928Margit lies in a hospital bed on an open-floor maternity ward, remembering the birth of her first child four years earlier. Then, she had labored in the familiar surroundings of her native Budapest, where everyone spoke her language, and her own beloved parents waited at home to welcome her and her baby. She was practically a newlywed then, having married handsome Adolf the previous year. Everything had happened so quickly. Too quickly, she thinks now.