A long, shallow ditch stretches out, ready to receive, open, gruesome in the yellow sand. The last walk for the Disna Jews. Hundreds, thousands stand lined up along it. All around, shots and shouts. Like wild animals. Each one makes his own accounting with his soul. Each one takes his leave of ... himself. And suddenly, a voice: high, proud, brave, and bold --
"Don't think, that by murdering all the Disna Jews, you are going to win the war. Your defeat is as certain, as the defeat of all those who have tormented us throughout our long history. We will survive you!"
That was Tsila Yaktan, from Zadisienka.
