Maly Trostenets
On January 27, 2014, the world commemorated International Holocaust Remembrance Day, marking the day in January 1945 when Soviet troops liberated the Auschwitz camp complex in German-occupied Poland.
On January 27, 2014, the world commemorated International Holocaust Remembrance Day, marking the day in January 1945 when Soviet troops liberated the Auschwitz camp complex in German-occupied Poland.
I think of myself now as a survivor of the Holocaust. This was not always the case.
I visited the Dutch Holocaust Memorial of Names in Amsterdam soon after it opened.
Of all the mementos—either already or soon-to-be artifacts at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum—the pen and I have a special relationship that I am reluctant to end.
For many years, our dear friend Johanna Neumann encouraged me to place what are called Stolpersteine or “stumbling stones” at the home where my family lived in The Hague, Netherlands.
According to Jewish lore, every night when we go to sleep, our souls are taken back by G-d. For those who are granted another day to live, their souls are returned the next morning.
I have been retired for more than ten years, so Friday is not my last day of the week at work; therefore, TGIF has a different meaning for me.
On the outskirts of a small village near Vichy, France, Looms the antediluvian castle the Château des Morelles Housing not grand dukes and duchesses But children from Germany, France, and Italy—waiting Lost from their individual families Scattered by the Third Reich. They eat their meager food Pretending it is the feast of royalty.
During my 86 years, I have experienced many countries, and not necessarily for pleasure. I have lived in Poland, England, Israel, and the United States. I owe thanks to each country for allowing me to adapt and live a good life there for some period of time.
Wrapped in history Hearing our words go out in the world.