Moshe stumbled through the snow. The wound in his leg throbbed painfully. Ahead he could see a solitary farmhouse. The door was opened by an old lady, her white hair pulled in a bun. It was a poor cottage, but there was a Christmas tree by the hearth. Turning to the woman he said, “I have been wounded. The Gestapo is not far behind.”
She hid him in the root cellar. When the soldiers arrived they found nothing.
And that is how Moshe Goldberg was saved on Christmas Eve, in a small American town, in the year 2023.
She hid him in the root cellar. When the soldiers arrived they found nothing.
And that is how Moshe Goldberg was saved on Christmas Eve, in a small American town, in the year 2023.
