Four Moldy Pieces of Bread

When I was in Birkenau (a Nazi concentration camp),
a woman who was dying gestured to me.
She handed me four moldy pieces of bread and whispered,
“Eat. You’re young. Survive and bear witness to what happened here.
Make sure this never happens again.”

Four moldy pieces of bread.
The small act of kindness from a dying person saved another’s life
and made them a living witness of history.
Sometimes, a piece of bread can be a lifeline,
a token of love, and a testimony to history.

bread, witness, history