They wrote it this week: A Holocaust love story
Extracts from diaries and letters written between March 30 and April 5
1942, the Warsaw Ghetto
Recently Harry and Anka paid me a visit. As usual, they cuddle against each other, full of their love. I noted that they wore rings on their fingers. “So you got married without telling me?” I asked. “No, these are just our engagement rings,” Harry said, with a shining face. “The rabbi refuses to marry us because Anka is not of age and we must have permission from her parents … but her parents are opposed,” he concluded, with a note of disappointment. “But it doesn’t matter,” said Anka, laughing. “We’re married anyway. We don’t need witnesses. No rabbi will ever be able to express in any document a union so strong as that which joins us now and forever.”..