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“Whats your name you fithy jew?” said the german.. I stumbled “My name is Liza.. I live here in Vilna.” I looked over at him.. He was dressed neatly, his shoes neatly polished, his clothes wrinkle free, not torn, unlike mine.. “Do you know what time it is Jew?” I wondered why he insisted on calling me jew, I told him my name.. “Yes sir, I just.. I mean.. I took a walk in the evening and drifted to sleep..” I said..