Krystyna's Story - Children of the Holocaust Discussion Guide: "'Let's push,' yelled the driver. Grabbing the wooden railing, I saw, to my horror, the face of a classmate. 'Oh my God! It's Arnoldek.' I felt a tremor passing through my body. Arnold Rek, or Arnoldek as we used to call him, was a plump, good-natured boy. We shared the same bench at school. He loved candy and his rustling of crushed wrappers used to drive me crazy. Only yesterday I kidded around with him. Now he lay dead, his head piercing through the wagon's side spindles. "
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