So we are getting ready for our second Passover / Pesach in Sydney. Our neighbour came to ask us if our mail had been delivered. It had. Sacha must be at least in her 70s and lives in a big house with her daughter who travels a lot for work. She is a tough woman who battles with the local council. This much we know. "Let's invite them for Pesach". Sharon pops over to ask her. Turns out that Sacha has not been at a Passover Seder since she was in the Warsaw Ghetto. Sacha lost all her family. Turns out that Sasha is Cesha. This is her story:
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