Herman
Rosenblat was prisoner of a Nazi concentration camp of Buchenwald,
where at the age of only 11 he worked at the oven of a crematorium. The
only light and comfort in those dark and despairing days was a little
girl who, from the other side of the barbwire, threw him an apple each
day. When the war ended and a decade later, destiny reunited them in New
York, as 2 strangers who, through talking about their lives, discovered
that they had been united all those years before by hundreds of apples.
Roma was that little girl who had saved his life.
Herman and Roma got married and, 50 years later, decided to share their love story with the world, appearing from one television studio to another announcing their blossoming book of touching love. Oprah Winfrey herself forecasted that it would become the best seller of the season - and what Oprah says is held sacred!
Just at the point of going to print, and right in the middle of elaborating with the planning of a film that was to put the story onto the big screen, a group of investigators of living history denounced that such a story couldn't possibly have taken place because, amongst other things, the childhood of these 2 people had never coincided in time or space, and because it's inconceivable that anyone could have got anywhere near the barbwire barrier of a extermination camp, punished by death. To which Herman had no choice but to confess that the angel of the apples was his pure imagination.
The editorial immediately cancelled the publication of the book, and needless to say, no more such film. At least not the one intended, but most likely, imagining how screen stories are put together, a more interesting one, to include the lie. Why not? Even the book. Aren't there thousands of love stories, many unforgettable ones, are just pure fiction? What about 'Gone with the wind'? 'Doctor Zhivago?' 'Ghost?' How can a great story excited so many one day and condemned the next as worthless? The people lied, but a good story is still a good story.
You can see them on YouTube. A loving couple of grandpa and grandma, holding hands, smiling, telling the lie that best described an imagined reality. She full of emotion relating the way she cared for the little boy each day, and he, on his knees, thanking her for his life.
Given a choice, between having a touching love story or without one, I don't care in the least whether it's true or just the make belief dream of a survivor of the Holocaust, I will take the lie. I will even go further. The fact that Rosenblat invented such a beautiful and romantic story to tell the tragic life he and his wife had, turning it into a happy ending with sweetness and hope, surely makes him more endearing to the readers or film-goers. The only thing negative is, that saying somebody is apple of your eye is not exactly flattering any more!!
There are lies and lies. America is drastic with both. For Clinton, having lied to Hillary almost cost him the presidency. For Bush, the fib of the arms of massive destruction cost him his. And Rosenblat lost his book. I prefer to hold tight the lie because it makes better sense and offers hope. There would be people who keep looking for weapons of destruction; me, a tender love story.
Tags:Love,Lies,Fiction
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Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good. 
When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you. 
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