ABSTRACT
A number of images that show the bond between Jew and Torah in the concentration camp stand out vividly in my mind: five or six chalutzim (Palestine-pioneers) crouching in the little space left between their topmost bunks and the ceiling, dead-tired, practising conversational Hebrew; worship services held at night in the barracks, with people chanting the Sabbath or holiday liturgy while standing in the high and narrow canyons between the bunk beds; a hastily gathered minyan (Prayer quorum) near one of the bunks, saying kaddish before a corpse was removed from the barracks; a small transport of Tunisian Jews being herded into our compound, and leading them, an old man carrying a Torah scroll; a group of small boys, sitting in a circle on the ground surrounding a teacher who drills into them the conjugation of Hebrew verbs.
