How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered.

She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people with her had to be treated this way. Who decided this, and what for?

You know what I find most shocking about the Vel'd'Hiv? Guillaume said. Its code name. I knew the answer to that, thanks to my extensive reading. Operation Spring Breeze, I murmured.

I think they're really linked. I think books and movies are going to go a long way together in the future. I think we writers are very important material for directors.

You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.

And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you’re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were the hope of what we can become.

The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.

You get attached to places, you know. Like people, I suppose.

Zakhor. Al Tichkah. Remember. Never forget.