Bear and Me
For two-and-a-half years I posed as a
Christian boy. I knew that my Jewishness was a secret that
could cost me my life. My little Bear went with me
everywhere. He kept me company and kept my secret.
It took until the '70s to realize that I was
missing a part of myself, the me of the war with all its
dark feelings buried inside.
What was my real identity: false names, a
life in hiding, a Jewish boy who for hours or days
served as an altar boy to the priest conducting prayers in
the Impact of Dual Identity
As hidden children, our lives were dominated
by two basic demands: the giving up of our Jewish identity
After World War II, the parent's first
thought was to find their hidden children or child.
They felt that, once reunited, the family could live
together and be happy. Reality was quite different