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Remembering the lost Jews of Serbia My Father's Blessing,
My Salvation ALMOST 1000 years ago following the destruction of the Jewish community of Mayance during the first crusade, a tradition began which still exists today: that of memorbuchen, memorial books in which the dead of a community are remembered. Since the Holocaust, a new variation of has emerged: the telling of a family's saga around those momentous years. I read this book in the days around the Tobin and Scully decisions about the spreading of hate and Holocaust denial. 1 found that Singer had encapsulated the reason why each and every book like this must be written. "I considered it my duty to tell [the story] before 1 die, being a living witness of our not so distant past," he writes. It is a story about real people mentioned by their real names. It deals with the fate and lives of the Jewish population of the Banat and Belgrade, Serbia (Yugoslavia) during the Holocaust. It is a memorial to all the Jews of a little town called Vrac: in the province of Banat, in the northern part of Serbia. Ivan Singer was a first year medical student in Belgrade when Yugoslavia was attacked on April 6, 1941. Witnessing the destruction of the Jewish community in Nazi-controlled Serbia, Singer escaped the slaughter, finding his way as many other Jews to Tito's partisans. Joining the partisans afforded him the ability to fight back and to embark on a career as a fighter pilot. Trained in the Soviet Union, he eventually became an officer in the Yugoslav air force. This is a story of the transformation of a middle class Jewish student, a desperate refugee from the Nazi terror in Serbia to a seasoned partisan fighter and a Soviet trained fighter pilot. Mr Singer's memoirs offer a very rare witness account of the Nazi extermination of the Jewish community in Serbia; of the Nazi attack on the partisan headquarters in Drvar in 1944; and of the wartime allied support for the partisans. The extermination of the Jews of Serbia began in 1941 and finished early in 1942. Singer believes that he is the only living survivor of the camp called Topovske upe. It was a place where the Germans collected all Jews of the Banat and Belgrade to be shot, executed in groups of 100 or 200 at a time. The whole deed lasted a mere four months. The Holocaust in Yugoslavia was swift and merciless. This book is a true story about the war, people, justice and remembrance. "The victims have remained victims. Justice can never be done, but they must not be forgotten. They live in my memory and I hope that they will live in the memory of those who read this book" Singer writes. "This
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Review of My Father's Blessing: My Salvation A wonderful story rich with adventure and intrigue is articulately related in "My Father's Blessing" and this alone is sufficient to fire and fuel the reader's interest. This account of the Holocaust comes from a different perspective than one has learnt to expect on the subject - from a road less travelled and one which is even more rarely committed to paper. Ivan Singer emerges as an educated author and his book is an eloquent way to learn history's lessons. It also achieves the validity of an authoritative historic source book complete with excellent photographs and a concise and objective text on the events of the era. The underlying theme of the book is survival. The thread of belief which glues the chapters together is that survival is justice in itself. Survival is pictured as the ultimate victory. However, it is for the reader to decide whether there is complete satisfaction in survival itself or whether it merely has a palliative effect, much like a compromise does when in fact we really just want to win. Ivan Singer's book portrays survival as a bare-to-the-bone concept which comes into force when the chips are down ,,,,,,and out. Unlike a Hollywood fantasy, Ivan Singer's wartime tale of survival is devoid of glamour and full of a determination which goes to the core of human existence. "My Father's Blessing" is so much more than a wander down memory lane or a soulful tribute to those who suffered. What Ivan Singer experienced and remembered altered his thinking and there's no going back. His witness of history is an eye-opener and a great leveler. His is a long, hard, unbleached look at the realities of the time. Singer's insightful analysis is evident throughout the book and renders it a meaningful time-capsule within which events are described as part of the overall human experience of history. It is almost impossible for subsequent generations to put themselves in the shoes which walked then, but this autobiography paints a picture which the reader can almost reach out and touch. As an author, Singer has achieved the passing on of the blessing with which he was endowed and in so doing, his mission from a personal perspective is accomplished. Ivan Singer had to write this book. Having written it, he has transcended his own experience and the reader is all the better for it as well. Singer has made a significant contribution and it's not merely measurable in archival terms. If you have never read a personal account of the Holocaust, then you should as history has a nasty habit of repeating itself, and Ivan Singer's book is the one to read.
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