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Today Janina and Maria live like sisters. They meet daily and help each other out2. Both lives alone and are not affluent. Maria’s parents were members of the Polish anti-Nazi activists. They sheltered Janina and her mother. Janina’s mother died of tuberculosis. She was baptized to become part of the family to avoid being detected and killed by the Nazis. Furthermore, she gave up the chance to live with an uncle in the United States. During the War, the girls had to fend for themselves as Maria's father was sick and her mother was demonstrating against the Nazis. Maria was like a mother to the Janina when she lost her parents. Her only sibling survived the war but later committed suicide. After the war, both suffered from cancer. Janina is separated from her husband while Maria is a widow. Janina contacted the museum in Jerusalem to recognise Maria and her parents for saving her during WWI. The cash reward improved Maria’s financial situation.
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Some personal details such as hobbies and dislikes and daily home and school life.

Everyone has hobbies,likes and dislikes and so do I. However, no one even my friends and parents, knows about likes and dislkes or even my hobbies. It is not because I do not want them to know. It is because, no one has fully understood me and realise that I have feelings too. My way of life is much different from them. Mostly, they have time to only care for themselves not about my feelings. Even people who seemed to have it all, can be secretly living in a world of pain, like myself. I have eveything, the only thing i yearn for every single day is to be loved by someone. Sometimes, I lie to myself because it may temporarily make me feel better. However, in the long run this kind of denial will onlyprevent me from getting on with life. At times, I wonder if anyone can feel or hear the silent scream which torment me, haunt me till I am weak to fight back. The days I spent at school are the bast moments that I have in my life. My teachers and friends are always there to lend a shoulder for me to cry but if they come for help, I have no control over the words I say. That is why I have found me telling it through the help of blog.