The gabbai thundered, “Yaamod Reb Yechezkel ben Reb Shlomo l’Kol Hane’arim!”
AS the bidding for Kol Hane’arim began, Yechezkel Rosenberg* sat nervously.
His mind drifted back to a vanished world.
He was back in Budapest, Hungary, sitting beside his father on Simchas Torah in 1944, under mortal threat.
Somehow, their shul was still functioning, and 15 men risked their lives to come.
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