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My father was one years old when in October 1941 his family was
exiled across the Deniester river Northeast of Mogilev – a camp
in Transnistria, Romania. When he was about three years old my
grandparents discovered to their horror that he was filching food
from their meager store of supplies to feed a stray dog. His parents
hardly managed to protect and feed my father and his brother in the
camp, so they were furious at this. The feeding was stopped. My father
used to repeat this one story, voicing his call to his dog:
“Tufik! Tufik!”

Boy With Dog, 2014

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