In the silence of Balkan mornings, as church bells mingled with azans and the sounds of marketplaces, lived people whose names are now recorded more in memories than in books. Jews from the Balkans, from Belgrade, Sarajevo, Skopje, and Thessaloniki, were merchants, doctors, teachers, tailors, friends, and neighbors. Their languages carried the melody of Ladino and Hebrew, but also Serbian, Bosnian, Macedonian, and Greek. Their homes smelled of bread, spices, and the Sabbath candle that burned quietly and steadily, like the faith that tomorrow would be the same as yesterday… And then came the war.