Grunow walked to the fireplace at the end of the room. He picked up a poker and stuck it into the red-hot coals that filled the grate. He held it there until the end glowed red. Then he came back to stand in front of my brother, Romek."This is the last time I'm asking you. Where are those plans?"
"I don't know about any plans."
Grunow stared at him. Then he pressed his lips into a tight line, lifted the poker and jabbed it into Romek's eye. . .
David Faber, Romek's brother was re-telling their story on Focus on the Family one morning on my drive into work. I was spellbound by his slight weak quiet accented voice; the terror and pain it still held some 60 years later. Yes, I had to get his story and read for myself of this adolescent survivor of such horror and devestation yet such boundless and unimaginable courage.
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