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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about John, David, Remember with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'We Are Here'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled We Are Here about A<span>the, Scribe, Books with the genre: Religion & Spirituality, New Age & Spirituality.
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conversations.value: A<span>the author, Scribe, is atrance-medium who writes in spirit and scribed the Books of Wisdom series fromThe Teachers of the Higher Planes in 1993. Her other works include storys thatteach in &apos;</span> novel <span>&apos; ways,as well as variousworkstorys and study guides. For more information on the author, Scribe,visit</span>the authorWayPublishing.com
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.. End with the sentence ' Lives that had once been an inherent continuum were suddenly split into pre-war and post-war years, and what-had-once-been became a shadow that would accompany survivors for the rest of their lives — even as their outward responses varied.'.
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conversations.value: We Are Here
  Tens of millions of people died during World War II, more than in any other war in history. Among its victims were six million Jews. Their murders, by Nazi Germany and its collaborators, were part of a systematic plan, which came to be known as the Final Solution, to exterminate Jewish people.
  By the time Germany surrendered in May 1945, two-thirds of European Jewry was dead. So were tens of thousands of Romani, Jehovah's Witnesses, and German male homosexuals, among the many who had been systematically brutalised under Adolf Hitler's regime.
  For those who outlived Nazism's worst intentions, surviving did not of itself inspire joy. Across the continent, cities had been destroyed, homes demolished, communities displaced and all but eradicated. As Europe was slowly rebuilt, those liberated from its concentration and forced-labour camps, and from its hidden corners where they had cowered silently for seeming aeons, emerged to a depleted and dramatically different life. Unfed, unwashed, and often close to death, some still clothed in the flimsy striped uniforms that marked them as concentration-camp prisoners, many were the sole survivors of once vast families. Now, having been deprived of a normal life for years, their education often stunted, they had to resume living, often alone, with some financial and practical support from aid organisations but little emotional sustenance, and with no idea where to go or what to do next.
  Some headed for homes that no longer existed, or into hastily erected displaced-persons camps from where they slowly found other places to live. Within months, the first of thousands were making their way across the world to Australia. Despite restrictive government policy — with a quota of just 3,000 survivors allowed to enter in the immediate post-war years, compared to 9,000 in the pre-war period — the nation became second only to Israel as a haven for Holocaust survivors on a per capita basis. From 1946 to 1961, 27,000 Jewish survivors migrated to Australia, more than doubling the size of the country's pre-war community, and irrevocably infusing it with a Central European character. In addition, 170,000 displaced persons who were not Jewish had arrived by 1951.
  But distance was no counter to history. So many had been killed, and so many families and cultures decimated, that even moving as far away as Australia could not displace the past. Liberation was loaded, tinged with the guilt of surviving when so many others had not. Lives that had once been an inherent continuum were suddenly split into pre-war and post-war years, and what-had-once-been became a shadow that would accompany survivors for the rest of their lives — even as their outward responses varied.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I never regretted coming here. It's the best country ever. The only thing is, I wish I were younger. Now I've got everything I want. Money is no object now. My wife gets a pension from Germany. I get a pension from Poland. I got the first payment last month, after seventy years. I can't enjoy it though; what can I spend it on now? I've got a car. I've got money in the bank. I just fixed my teeth up; I put in a denture for the first time. I just painted the house. I put in a roller door.
  My life out of ten? Now you talk like a doctor. I am quite happy. I would give it ten. I enjoy what I do. I enjoy my food. I enjoy my little jobs. I potter around in the garden, water the lawn — that's about all.
  I think about the fact that now I can have whatever my heart wants, good things like herrings. But I still can't eat more than my stomach will take. When we go shopping and people buy and buy, I say to my daughter, 'Look at this country; you can get whatever you want.' I had nothing and now I can have anything. I can't get over it.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: I can't get over it..' I had nothing and now I can have anything. When we go shopping and people buy and buy, I say to my daughter, 'Look at this country; you can get whatever you want. But I still can't eat more than my stomach will take.
  I think about the fact that now I can have whatever my heart wants, good things like herrings. I potter around in the garden, water the lawn — that's about all. I enjoy my little jobs. I enjoy my food. I enjoy what I do. I would give it ten. I am quite happy.
  My life out of ten? Now you talk like a doctor. I put in a roller door. I just painted the house. I just fixed my teeth up; I put in a denture for the first time. I've got money in the bank. I can't enjoy it though; what can I spend it on now? I've got a car. I got the first payment last month, after seventy years. I get a pension from Poland. My wife gets a pension from Germany. Money is no object now. Now I've got everything I want. The only thing is, I wish I were younger. It's the best country ever.I never regretted coming here
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Now Kazimierz has been revived as an old Jewish neighbourhood. Its central square is still lined with several synagogues, one of which has been converted into a museum, and with restaurants called Ariel and Rubinstein, where spruiking staff members stand out the front, menus in hand, to entice visitors inside. They offer chicken soup and 'Jewish caviar' (chopped chicken livers), and host bands playing the joyful klezmer music so beloved of this district a generation or two ago. Mostly, though, these restaurants are neither Jewish-owned nor kosher.
  An hour away from Auschwitz, Jewish life is being reborn in Kraków, but not as it was when Kuba Enoch lived here. The city now hosts a popular annual Jewish culture festival, and every night the songs that once filled Jewish theatres are played to a new kind of audience: mostly inquiring strangers keen to dip into the city and its culture for a few days before flying off somewhere else.
  They wander through the restored narrow streets, take in the charming atmosphere and the rich history, and then sometimes stop for a meal at an inviting cafe whose detailed interior has been carefully furnished to resemble the inside of an old Jewish tailor's shop. On the menu there are luscious cakes, warming soups are graciously served from individual jugs, and, instead of bread, guests are presented with plates of matzah, the unleavened bread that Jews have been devouring at Passover each year for centuries — but which here, in homage to a community all but lost, is served year-round.
  Outside, a light rain begins to fall. In the grey of a Kraków spring day, suddenly the air is melancholy and bittersweet. In a country to which it had seemed lost, Jewish life is being recreated. But it is another Jewish life. And the other world that once flourished here has all but gone — even as its last survivors still breathe.