Every word her grandmother gasped into the air between them fell into the abyss of Maya's forlorn hopelessness. Images of the Nazi death camp confused with images of her grandmother's death: a closing of eyes, an end of breathing. And before it, the silence of fear, and after it the silence of a brutality known second hand; a depravity born when hate and intellect come together.
Maya Reimnitz begged her grandmother not to die, not leave her, lonely and alone.
In answer, the soul of the older woman passed with love, like hope rekindled, into the soul of the younger.