The waxing gibbous moon was still visible in the cloudless sky when the sun rose just after 5am. It had little effect on the chill that stabbed the air. In Poland, in the Warsaw Ghetto, the Jewish resistance had launched the largest single revolt of the holocaust.
Davie and Leah sat in the spring sunshine behind some bushes. It was just after noon. On Mila Street, some 460 kilometres to the south-west, Mordechai Anielewicz, the twenty-three year old leader of the Warsaw re-sistance had organised his fighters, securing them in hidden vantage points around the ghetto. Realising their only hope of survival was retaliation, small arms had been smuggled in. They readied themselves.
But for Davie and Leah, who drank coffee and smoked cigarettes, and held hands like teenage lovers - in the moments of bliss where nothing else mattered, but their proximity. In those fleeting breaths - they existed between time and space, in the pure void of delirium - far away from Warsaw - but not far away from danger.
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