The street was quiet in the early morning. As Jacov and Matya approached the old building, they became solemn. Reverent.
“Look, Jacov. Between the windows. Tablets like the Ten Commandments.”
“Yes. And under the arch, Hebrew letters. It shames me that I do not know them.”
“It’s one of the few synagogues that survived the Nazis. They closed it, but did not destroy it. I wonder why. “
“Why did they hate us so much, Matya?”
They were both startled by the loud voice from across the street. “Stinking Jews! Keep moving! Your kind is not welcome here!”