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â€œJason, you know I donâ€™t like â€œKerry, it doesnâ€™t matter. I love you and thatâ€™s how itâ€™s going to be,â€ I told her, a sadistic smile painted on my face. I reached in the back seat and pulled out a long knife. â€œNow am I going to have to use this?â€ She cowered in the passenger seat and reached for the door handle, hoping I wouldnâ€™t notice. I chuckled at her stupidity and drove the blade through her wrist. She screamed, the knife going right through into the leather of the door. She tried pulling the knife out, my arm across her stomach, holding her in her seat. She writhed in pain, her screaming rising in volume. â€œWhat the hell, Jason?â€ she screamed, a mix of fear and anger filling her voice. I laughed, pulling the knife out. Her arm fell to her side, blood covering her pink tank top. I looked out the windshield. The long dock before us was drowned in the darkness of night, all of the lights having been shut off only an hour before. I took the car out of park and put my foot on the brake, preparing for the final moment. â€œSay â€œSay what?â€ she begged, tears filling her eyes. Her sobs became increasingly violent as she started to curse at me. â€œSay you love me or we both die She glared at me and flipped me off. I sighed and returned the stare. â€œI see,â€ I let out as I stomped on the gas. Before I knew it, it was pitch black in the car. I grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment and flicked it on. I looked around, the sound of the windowsâ€™ cracking growing louder and louder. I laughed, looking at the small silhouettes of fish in the dark green abyss just outside the car. Kerry stirred in her seat, not yet regaining consciousness. She coughed, blood covering her side of the windshield. I took the key out of the ignition, the headlights turning off. Outside turned from dark green to pitch black. I finally realized that the fall smashed her head into the dash. She was silent, but her chest was barely moving. I buckled my seat belt and fastened hers, making sure it was tight enough to hold her in. I looked at the windshield as we hit the bottom of the ocean, the beach to our backs. I took the flashlight and flipped it in my hand, contemplating my next move. Finally, I decided what Iâ€™d do. I threw it into the window, the glass shattering and allowing water to fill the car. I glanced at Kerry. Sheâ€™d regained consciousness. She started to panic as salt water filled her lungs. The water around her head began to tinge a dark red. I smiled, finally deciding that I had won. I laid back and closed my eyes, my chest burning as my lungs finally gave out. The only thing left was the spirit of the sea.

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Twice in my life I’ve wanted to find out everything I could about Anne Frank. The first time was when, as an early teenager, I read her diary. This was in the 1950s, not long after the book was published in this country and when — though the Broadway and film versions were about to become hits — there were only a very few supplemental texts. Forty years later, I wrote “Anne Frank The Book, the Life, the Afterlife” in an effort to replace the idea of Anne as an ordinary girl in extraordinary circumstances with that of a literary prodigy — a natural writer who revised and recast her diary in the hopes of seeing it published. By then, I was able to fill a small bookcase with volumes about Anne and her diary, so many that — partly out of generosity and partly to create more space in my crowded library — I donated a stack of them to the biographer Ruth Franklin, who is at work on a book about the brief life of the Holocaust’s most famous there is yet another book about the gifted young writer. “My Friend Anne Frank,” by Hannah Pick-Goslar — who died in Jerusalem in 2022 at the age of 93 — is being published book’s subtitle, “The Inspiring and Heartbreaking True Story of Best Friends Torn Apart and Reunited Against All Odds,” is only a partial description of what the memoir contains. In fact the girls’ lives intersected only twice. They were friends during the critical and uncertain period between their families’ arrival in Amsterdam, in flight from Nazi Germany, and the day, in July 1942, when Anne and her family went into hiding in the attic above her father’s spice warehouse on girls had met in an Amsterdam grocery store, where Hannah and her mother, who had not yet learned to speak Dutch, were excited to overhear Anne and Mrs. Frank speaking German. Near neighbors, Hannah and Anne were classmates at the local Montessori nursery school. Hannah was a guest at Anne’s 12th birthday party — the birthday for which she received the diary with the checked cloth cover. “Everyone likes their birthday,” Pick-Goslar writes, “but Anne was one of those people who really loved it; she would tell anyone who would listen that it was coming up.”They would meet again, truly against all odds, in February 1945, when both were imprisoned at Bergen-Belsen. Hearing of Anne’s arrival at the concentration camp, Hannah was able to speak to her — and throw her packets of food — from the opposite side of a high this account of their tragically curtailed friendship and their brief, painful reunion, “My Friend Anne Frank,” written with Dina Kraft, is as much Hannah’s story as it is Anne Frank’s. And why not? In “The Lost,” Daniel Mendelsohn’s beautiful book about trying to learn the fate of six family members killed in the Holocaust, he tells the novelist Louis Begley’s elderly mother that her account of having escaped the Nazis is quite a story. If you didn’t have a story, she replies, you didn’t certainly has a story, and she tells it here with great clarity and conviction. In many ways her experience parallels Anne Frank’s. Both fled their comfortable, upper-middle-class lives in Germany for the Netherlands, where their daily routines — playing Ping-Pong, meeting friends at the local ice cream parlor, forging and breaking schoolgirl alliances — were like those of other girls their age until the German invasion of their adopted homeland forced them to cope with the increasingly repressive and capriciously punitive measures imposed on Jews. They were ordered to wear a yellow star on their clothing, and were forbidden to own bicycles and radios, or to travel by streetcar or go to movie theaters, a particularly harsh privation for Hannah, Anne and their they were prohibited from attending any school except the Jewish Lyceum, from which their fellow students kept disappearing when they went into hiding or were deported. An increasing number of Jewish teenagers and their parents were called up to work in German labor camps. At last, in the summer of 1942, when Hannah went to look for her friend and found the Franks’ apartment empty, she was told — as was everyone in the community — that the family had escaped to Switzerland. During this perilous time, Hannah’s mother died giving birth to a stillborn their options for escape closed off, the Goslars hoped they might evade the most dire outcomes because they had exemption certificates entitling them to be exchanged for German prisoners of war. But in June 1943, Hannah and her family — her father, her grandmother and her younger sister, Gabi — were sent to Westerbork, the inhospitable Dutch detention camp where Jewish prisoners were held en route to the concentration camps. One of the few notes of bitterness creeps into the memoir when Pick-Goslar describes the unfeeling way in which her non-Jewish neighbors with one exception responded to her family’s arrest, how she saw people drinking their morning coffee and watching through binoculars as Jews were rounded braved the suffering — cold, hunger, lice, disease, exhaustion and terror — of Bergen-Belsen, where her father and grandmother died, and where her account of the effort required to keep one’s body and spirit alive echoes Primo Levi’s. “It wasn’t a struggle just for physical survival but for the survival of the soul, too. To remain human in these terrible, inhuman conditions.” It’s heartening to read about the humanity that did remain among the prisoners, whose small but important kindnesses enabled Hannah to nurture and protect her younger sister, whose life was saved by the extra rations of milk that other inmates procured for the winter of 1945, Hannah learned that a group of Dutch Jews had arrived at the camp and that Anne Frank was among them. She found a way to speak to Anne, who was cold, ill and hungry. “We were both sobbing now,” Pick-Goslar writes of when she reunited with her friend. “Two terrified girls under a rain-soaked night sky, separated by this barrier of straw and barbed wire.” Anne told Hannah that she was “absolutely starving” and asked her to bring her something to eat. “Yes, I’ll try,’ I said, wondering as the words came out how I possibly could.” Despite the hope that this brief reunion may have offered, Anne and her sister, Margot, died of disease and being forced onto a torturous train ride by the Germans from Bergen-Belsen that departed just days before the camp was liberated by the British, the train stopping and starting through Berlin and the German heartland, Hannah and Gabi awoke from a deep sleep, wandered off the now-empty train and discovered that they were free. While recovering in a Dutch hospital, Hannah was reunited with Otto Frank, whom she encouraged and helped in his untiring and initially unsuccessful efforts to find publishers for her friend’s diary. Finally, Hannah was able to make her way to Palestine, just before the state of Israel was established. After a brief sojourn on a kibbutz in the countryside, she moved to Jerusalem, where she became a nurse, married, had children and lived out the rest of her of Pick-Goslar’s account may seem familiar to those who have read widely about Frank. So, I suppose the question arises Do we really need another Anne Frank book? To which I would offer an unequivocal yes. “My Friend Anne Frank” isn’t “The Diary of a Young Girl.” Hannah Pick-Goslar isn’t Primo Levi. But to paraphrase Mrs. Begley, she has a story, a piece of history, and she tells it straightforwardly and well. She describes, touchingly, and as very people few could, what it was like to read Anne’s diary after having known its author “Her diary made me realize just how special and unlike anyone else Anne was. This was a deeper, multilayered Anne, both familiar to me and, in some ways, entirely new. I was reading Anne frozen in time at 13, 14, 15 years old. I was aware that as I grew older, I could only get further away from her, a girl whose flickering shadow I felt I could still catch a glimpse of out of the corner of my eye. … It was a strange feeling.”Pick-Goslar’s story seems more important than ever now, when the incidence of casual, public and criminal antisemitism is rising at home and abroad. We need to be reminded that these things happened, that millions of innocent human beings were methodically slaughtered while much of the world watched or feigned ignorance, and that — again, against all odds — people like Pick-Goslar survived to tell us what it was like. We need the widest range of books for the reader, like myself as a young teenager, who discovers Frank’s diary — and who wants to know Prose, a distinguished writer in residence at Bard, is the author of numerous works of fiction and nonfiction, including “Anne Frank The Book, the Life, the Afterlife” and, most recently, “Cleopatra Her History, Her Myth.”My Friend Anne FrankThe Inspiring and Heartbreaking True Story of Best Friends Torn Apart and Reunited Against All OddsBy Hannah Pick Goslar with Dina KraftLittle, Brown. 320 pp. $ earlier version of this review misstated which country's forces liberated Bergen-Belsen. They were British troops, not note to our readersWe are a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for us to earn fees by linking to and affiliated sites.

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Jason, you know I don't like you." "Kerry, it doesn't matter. I love you and that's how it's going to be," I told her, a sadistic smile painted on my face. I reached in the back seat and pulled out a long knife. "Now am I going to have to use this?" She cowered in the passenger seat and reached for the door handle, hoping I wouldn't notice. 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Espirito do Mar Eu dei um passeio ao longo da costaPara limpar minha mente sobre o dia,Eu vi um homem que eu já havia visto antesQuando me aproximei ele se escapuliu...Eu reconheci sua face de anos atrásO sorriso dele continua comigo eternamenteOs olhos dele, eles me guiam pela neblinaE me dá abrigo da tempestade...Quando caminho eu posso sentir-lo,Sempre cuidando de mim...A voz dele me cerca,Meu Espírito do Mar...Ele foi embora há tanto tempo,Em uma viagem para longeUm homem jovem então eu não soube,A vida dele foi levada aquele mesmo dia...E era quase como ele soubesseQue ele não me veria maisEle olhou tão profundamente em meus olhos, e disse" Espere por mim ao longo da costa..."E assim eu venho diariamente,Assistir as ondas subirem e caírem,E quando eu me sento aqui na areia,Este oceano me faz sentir tão pequena...Mas eu sinto meu amante ao meu lado,E ele me faz seguir meu próprio coraçãoNós estaremos juntos algum dia doceQuando aquele dia vier nós nunca nos separaremos...Quando aquele dia vier nós nunca nos separaremos...Espere por mim ao longo da costa... 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Explore o arquipélago, conheça os habitantes locais e ajude-os a restaurar o paraíso turístico... tudo isso enquanto tenta desvendar os mistérios do seu passado!INSTALANDO-SE EM UM NOVO LUGARSua vida tropical será bem ocupada, portanto, pegue suas ferramentas e vamos começar! Antes de mais nada você precisará de uma fonte de alimento, um lugar para passar a noite e alguns recursos para construir uma fazenda e iniciar sua jornada tropical. Então, o que está esperando? Hora de explorar suas terras!UMA ABUNDÂNCIA DE ATIVIDADESHá muito o que fazer em Spirit of the Island! Não importa como você escolha passar seu tempo, você ganhará experiência e melhorará suas habilidades, desbloqueará novas receitas e se tornará mais eficiente em tudo o que fizer, o que facilitará sua nova of the Island apresenta 10 habilidades únicas, como agricultura, mineração, forrageamento, habilidades sociais e até pesca, que vem como seu próprio minijogo especial. Você conseguirá se tornar um verdadeiro mestre em tudo?SUA VIAGEM A UM PARAÍSO TURÍSTICOFaça da sua ilha não apenas um lar acolhedor, mas também um paraíso turístico em expansão, com lojas chiques e pontos de referência. Quanto mais turistas você receber, mais sua economia crescerá, o que é um passo crucial para financiar suas viagens para as ilhas distantes. Mas como agradar a todos, e o que vender em suas lojas? É aí que suas habilidades serão úteis! Venda produtos locais, abra museus para exibir o tesouro e os segredos que você descobrir em suas aventuras. Apostamos que alguns de seus visitantes podem até comprar algumas tábuas de madeira de qualidade, então, improvise da melhor maneira possível!A MELHOR VIAGEM DE TODOS OS TEMPOSHá uma chance de os turistas adorarem tanto a sua ilha que decidirão ficar, aumentando a população da cidade. Esta parte é crucial, pois você pode contratá-los para fazer várias coisas para você, como cuidar de suas lojas e ajudá-lo a cuidar da Ilha. Então, dê o seu melhor para tornar a viagem deles fantástica!O PODER DE DOISUma das principais características de Spirit of the Island é o modo cooperativo para 2 jogadores. Você terá todos os recursos do modo de jogador único disponíveis no jogo on-line e este também contará com uma história exclusiva. SOTI também possui a funcionalidade Compartilhamento de Recursos, o que significa que você pode levar alguns dos recursos que encontrar para sua própria campanha multijogador! Construa uma fazenda, cultive e faça pratos deliciosos, construa uma loja e venda seus produtos para turistas, explore o vasto arquipélago para encontrar tesouros e descubra os segredos do paraíso tropical! Então, convide um amigo e comece sua jornada cooperativa agora mesmo!UM VASTO ARQUIPÉLAGO TROPICALSpirit of the Island apresenta 14 ilhas únicas para você explorar, cada uma com sua própria fauna, segredos e perigos. Informações sobre quem — ou o que — habita essas ilhas ficaram perdidas na história, mas você encontrará cavernas misteriosas guardadas por criaturas antigas — você tem coragem suficiente para explorá-las e descobrir os mistérios dentro delas? Fazer isso lhe renderá recompensas bacanas e o ajudará a prosseguir em direção ao seu objetivo final revelar o segredo do seu COMUNIDADE LOCALO arquipélago é cheio de vida! Conheça mais de 14 personagens únicos, cada um com suas próprias características e peculiaridades. E, sim, existem opções de romance também! Dependendo do seu personagem, você poderá namorar e se casar com diferentes NPCs e realizar um casamento grandioso no final!UMA VIDA DE ACONTECIMENTOSUm dos recursos exclusivos de Spirit of the Island são os eventos — uma série de ocorrências recorrentes que acontecem a cada ano do jogo 4 meses. Eles virão de várias formas desde aniversários de NPCs e o Dia do Oceano — um feriado tradicional para celebrar o nascimento do Oceano — até os seus próprios eventos exclusivos. Há sempre algo divertido acontecendo na cidade, portanto, verifique seu calendário frequentemente!

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