第13章红苹果奇缘HungryforYourLove（2）
Itiscold，sobitterthisdarkwinterdayin1942。Butitisfromanyotherdayinthisioncamp。Iamalmostdead，survivingfromdaytoday，fromhourtohour，eversiakenfrommyhhtherewithtensofthousandsofotherJews。WillIstillbealivetomorrow?WillIbetakentothegaschambertonight?Badforthhebarbedwirefeokeepmyema。Iamhungry，Ihavebeenhungryf。Eachday，asmoreofusdisappear，thehappypastseemslikeameredream，andIsinkdeeperaodespair。Suddenly，Inotiggirlastohersideofthebarbedwire。ShestopsandlooksatmewithsadeyesthatseemtosaythatsheuhatshetooswhyIamhere。Iwanttolookaway，oddlyashamedforthisstraoseemelikethis，butIyeyesfromhers。Theoherpodpullsoutaredapple。Oh，howlonghasitbeensinceIhaveseenone!Shelookscautiouslytotheleftaahsmileoftriumphquicklythroleoverthefeopickitup，holdingitinmytremblingfrozenfingers。Inmyworldofdeaththisappleisanexpressionoflife，oflove。IglaimetoseethegirldisappearingiadayIyself—Iamdrawimetothatspothefendagainshees。Andagainshebringsmeanappleflingihefehatsamesweetsmile。ThistimeIcatdholditupforhertosee。Hereyestwinkle。Forsevenmohis。OnedayIhearfrighteningnews:we’rebeihercamp。
&daywhehermyheartisbreakingandIbarelyspeakasIsaywhatmustbesaid:“Dmeaomorrow。”Itellher:“IambeioaurningbeforeIloseallmytrolIrunawayfromtheFebeartolookbathspassamareues。Butthememoryofthisgirlsustaihroughtheterror，thepain，thehopelesshehenightmareisover。Thewarhasehoseofuswhoarestillalivearefreed。Ihavelthatreeingmyfamily。ButIstillhavethememoryofthisgirl，amemoryImyheartahewilltogoonasImovetoAmericatostartaneass。Itis1957。IamlivinginNewYorkCity。Afriendetogoonablihaladyofhis。Relutly，Iagree。ButsheishiswomannamedRoma，andlikemesheisanimmigraleastthatinon。“Wherewereythewar?”Romaasksmegentlyiewayimmigrantsaskoionsaboutthoseyears。“IwasiionGermany。”Ireply。Romagetsafarawaylookinhereyes，asifsheisrememberihingpai。“Whatisit?”Iask。“Iamjustthinkingaboutsomethingfrommypast，Herman，”Romaexplainsinavoilyverysoft，“Yousee，whenIwasayounggirlIlivednearatrationcamp。Wherewasaboythere，aprisonerandfwhileIusedtovisithimeveryday。
IrememberIusedthimapples。Iwouldthroleoverthefendhewouldbeshsheavilyandues，“Itishardtodescribehowwefeltabouteachother—afterallwewereyoungandweonlyexgedafeecould—butItellyoutherewasmuchlovethere。IassumehewaskilledlikesomaIotbeartothinkthat，andsoItrytorememberhimashewasforthosemonthsweweregivehmyheartpoundingsoloudly，Ilookdireaandask，“Anddidthatboysaytoyouoneday‘Dmeaomorrow。Iambeioanothercamp’?”“Why，yes。”Romaresporembling。“ButHermahcouldyoupossiblyknowthat?”Itakeherhandsinmineandanswer，“BecauseIwasthatyoungboy，Roma。”Formahereisonlysileakeoureyesfromeachother，andastheveilsoftimelift，wereizethesoulbehihedearfriendweonuwehaveoppedloving，whomwehaveoppedremembering。Finally，Ispeak，“Look，Roma，IaratedfromyouondIdoobeseparatedfromyouagain。NowIamfree，andIwaherwithyouforever。Dear，willyoumarryme?”IseethesametwihatIusedtoseeasRomasays，“Yes，Iwillmarryyou。”
AlmostfortyyearshavepassedsidaywhenIfaiinybroughtustogetherthefirsttimedurioshoromiseofhope，andnowithadreuofulfillthatpromise。Valentine’sDay，1996。IbringRomatotheOprahWiohoionaltelevision。IwanttotellherinfrontofthemillionsofthepeoplewhatIfeelieveryday:“DarlihetrationIwashungry。AndIamstillhungry，forsomethingIwillenoughof:Iamonlyhungryforyourlove。”