“Friday, 1 September 1939, was the beginning of the end of my real life,” thus Baruch Milch’s diary in hiding, after his wife was murdered along with his young son and his faith. In his utter loneliness the Galician physician (who survived and later settled in Haifa) having lost all that was dear to him, wrote almost compulsively on pieces of paper and notes to leave a testimony behind. His daughters supplemented the reconstituted diary with their memories of the “living dead man” who was their father.

“Apparently there are no coincidences in this precise book edited by Avigal, neither the cross-matching of versions or her foreword and afterword… This is a tremendous labor of love, written with great emotion and having great emotional impact.” [Literature and Books, Ma’ariv, 9 April 1999]