Naphtali recalled his last conversation with Father, in which Father had counted thirty-seven generations of rabbis on both his and my mother's sides of the family. He did this in order to demonstrate the great responsibility of whoever would be saved from the horror to continue the chain of our heritage. Father read verses from Jeremiah: There is hope for your future, the word of God, and your children will return home. He emphasized that if we escaped this inferno safely, we would know how to find our home, which was not this home or any other on this enemy land. "Your home will be in Eretz Israel [the Land of Israel], even if you have to acquire it through suffering," he said, and Naphtali and Father cried on each other's necks. After embracing each other tightly, Naphtali returned to his job in the ghetto. Father's words echoed in his ears. Father had believed that I, the youngest son of the Lau family, would escape the inferno safely and pass along the heritage that the Nazis were attempting to destroy.