the honey bees saved
me
"June 1943, in Grabowka.
While I was tending the garden I had planted, two Nazi
soldiers appeared and began to talk to me. I couldn't
let them know that I understood them, so I just shook my
head as they spoke. Dziadek, the old farmer who had
taken me in as his housekeeper, came to stand watch
nearby, but the honeybees rescued me first, swarming
around the soldiers. 'Why aren't they stinging you?,'
the soldiers asked Dziadek as they ran out of the
garden."
Embroidery and fabric collage, 1996.
31-11/16"W x 34"H.
Gallery narration
by Esther's daughters.
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