The phone rang and Moishe’le answered it:
“Hi Moishe’le, tell me, where is your father?”
“In the attic with the firemen,” - whispered Moishe’le.
“And your mother?”
“In the cellar with the policemen,” - whispered Moishe’le in an even quieter voice.
“And your sister?”
“In the garden with the soldiers.”
“What the heck is happening at your place. What are they all doing?”
“Searching for me.”
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