The police had just ordered him to
get up and go. I had never heard
anyone play the violin so beautifully.
He was not asking for money.
He was simply giving his music.
His name was Oliver, an Austrian
Jew — an old man who was marched
through that same structure behind
him 58 years earlier and taken to a
concentration camp.

June 14, 2006 PIECE OF THE WEEK
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