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November 29, 2009
Moments after my boyfriend dropped me off in front of Mt. Sinai Jewish Center two weeks ago for a volunteer project for the benefit of Nazi victims, my iPhone slipped from my hands and crashed face down onto the sidewalk. Its glass shattered with a loud and sickening crunch. I told myself, "Well, there are much worse things that could happen to a person," but even while chatting with a tiny Hungarian woman, the only member of her family to have survived Bergen-Belsen, who labored in a sugar factory after her release as an orphaned teenager, I still secretly sulked.