赫尔曼与罗玛·罗森布拉特
HermanandRomaRosenblat
Itiscold，sobittercoldonthisdarkwinterdayin1942.ButitisnodifferentfromanyotherdayinthisNaziconcentrationcaIamalmostdead，survivingfromdaytoday，fromhourtohour，eversinceIwastakenfrommyhomeandbroughtherewithtensofthousandsofotherJews.WillIstillbealivetomorrow?WillIbetakentothegaschambertonight?
BackandforthnexttothebarbedwirefencetryingtokeemyemaciatedbodywarIamhungry，Ihavebeenhungryforlong.Eachday，asmoreofusdisaear，thehayastseemslikeameredream，andIsinkdeeeranddeeerintodesair.
Suddenly，Inoticeayounggirlwalkingastontheothersideofthebarbedwire.Shestosandlooksatmewithsadeyesthatseemtosaythatsheunderstands，thatshetoocannotfathomswhyIamhere.Iwanttolookaway，oddlyashamedforthisstrangertoseemelikethis，butIcannottearmyeyesfromhers.Thenshereachesintoherocket，andullsoutaredale.Oh，howlonghasitbeensinceIhaveseenone!Shelookscautiouslytotheleftandtotherightandthenwithsmileoftriumhquicklythrowsthealeoverthefence.Iruntoickitu，holdingitinmytremblingfrozenfingers.Inmyworldofdeaththisaleisanexressionoflife，oflove.Iglanceuintimetoseethegirldisaearingintothedistance.
ThenextdayIcannothelmyself-Iamdrawnatthesametimetothatsotnearthefence.Andagainshecomes.Andagainshebringsmeanaleflingingitoverthefencewiththatsamesweetsmile.ThistimeIcatchitandholdituforhertosee.Hereyestwinkle.Forsevenmonthswemeetlikethis.OnedayIhearfrighteningnews:werebeingshiedtoanotherca
ThenextdaywhenIgreethermyheartisbreakingandIcanbarelyseakasIsaywhatmustbesaid:“Dontbringmeanaletomorrow.”
Itellher，“Iambeingsenttoanotherca”
TurningbeforeIloseallmycontrolIrunawayfromtheFence.Icannotbeartolookback.
Monthsassandthenightmarecontinues.Butthememoryofthisgirlsustainsmethroughtheterror，theain，thehoelessness.Andthenonedaythenightmareisover.Thewarhasended.Thoseofuswhoarestillalivearefreed.Ihavelosteverythingthatwasrecioustomeincludingmyfamily.ButIstillhavethememoryofthisgirl，amemoryIcarryinmyheartandgivesmethewilltogoonasImovetoAmericatostartanewlife.
Yearsass.Itis1957.IamlivinginNewYorkCity.Afriendconvincesmetogoonablinddatewithaladyofhis.Reluctantly，Iagree.Butsheisnice，thiswomannamedRoma，andlikemesheisanimmigrantsowehaveatleastthatincommon.
“Wherewereyouduringthewar?”
Romaasksmegentlyinthatdelicatewayimmigrantsaskoneanotherquestionsaboutthoseyears.
“IwasinaconcentrationcaminGermany，”
Irely.
Romagetsafarawaylookinhereyes，asifsheisrememberingsomethingainfulyetsweet.
“Whatisit?”
Iask.“Iamjustthinkingaboutsomethingfrommyast，Herman，”
Romaexlainsinavoicesuddenlyverysoft，“Yousee，whenIwasayounggirlIlivednearaconcentrationcaWherewasaboythere，arisonerandforalongwhileIusedtovisithimeveryday.IrememberIusedtobringhimales.Iwouldthrowthealeoverthefenceandhewouldbesohay.”
Romasighsheavilyandcontinues，“Itishardtodescribehowwefeltabouteachother-afterallwewereyoungandweonlyexchangedafewwordswhenwecould-butIcantellyoutherewasmuchlovethere.Iassumehewaskilledlikesomanyothers.ButIcannotbeartothinkthat，andsoItrytorememberhimashewasforthosemonthsweweregiventogether.”
Withmyheartoundingsoloudly，IlookdirectlyatRomaandask，“Anddidthatboysaytoyouoneday‘Donotbringmeanaletomorrow.Iambeingsenttoanothercam’？”
“Why，yes.”
Romaresonds，hervoicetrembling.
“ButHerman，howonearthcouldyouossiblyknowthat?”
Itakeherhandsinmineandanswer，“BecauseIwasthatyoungboy，Roma.”
Formanymoments，thereisonlysilence.Wecannottakeoureyesfromeachother，andastheveilsoftimelift，werecognizethesoulbehindtheeyes，thedearfriendweoncelovedsomuch，whomwehaveneverstoedloving，whomwehaveneverstoedremembering.
Finally，Iseak，“Look，Roma，Iwassearatedfromyouonce，andIdonteverwanttobesearatedfromyouagain.NowIamfree，andIwanttobetogetherwithyouforever.Dear，willyoumarryme?”
IseethesametwinkleinhereyesthatIusedtoseeasRomasays，“Yes，Iwillmarryyou.”
AlmostfortyyearshaveassedsincethatdaywhenIfoundRomaagain.Destinybroughtustogetherthefirsttimeduringthewartoshowmearomiseofhoe，andnowithadreunitedustofulfillthatromise.ValentinesDay，1996.IbringRomatotheOrahWinfreyShowtohonorheronnationaltelevision.IwanttotellherinfrontofthemillionsoftheeolewhatIfeelinmyhearteveryday:
“Darling，youfedmeintheconcentrationcamwhenIwashungry.AndIamstillhungry，forsomethingIwillnevergetenoughof:Iamonlyhungryforyourlove.”
1942年冬季的一天，天空昏暗阴冷，寒风刺骨。
在纳粹集中营里，天天都是这种日子。
自从我和无数犹太人一起被迫离开家园，来到这里以后，每天我就如同行尸走肉一般，活一天是一天，活一小时是一小时。
明天，我还能活着吗？今晚，我会不会被带到毒气室呢？
沿着铁丝网，我来回地走着，想暖和一下我瘦弱的身体。
我很饿，很久没有吃东西了。
每天都会有很多人从我们当中消失，幸福的往昔犹如南柯一梦，我也日渐陷入更深的绝望之中。
突然，一个小女孩从铁丝网那边走来。
经过我面前时，她停了下来，忧伤的眼睛注视着我，似乎是在说她理解我的感受，但不知道我为什么会在这里。
被一个陌生人如此凝视，我感到非常不好意思，我想移开目光，但视线却无法从她身上移走。
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