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In 1942, when my mom was 15, she went into hiding lest she be exterminated. She left her life, her identity, her history behind. What did hiding mean? In her words, Never go near a window, never talk above a whisper — if talking at all was safe. Not walk other than on tiptoe — if walking was safe at all. And, of course, never go outside unless I had to change hiding places. And all that for

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