On the 27th of January, International Holocaust Remembrance Day, I returned from running the children to school and saw these flowers upon the step, with a tea light that had probably been lit the evening before. The sheet of paper that you see is the story of this woman, of how she was taken, of how those friends who had moved in with her after their own apartments had been bombed were then dispersed when this building was damaged in a bombing and how they then, each in turn, were taken and murdered in separate death camps by the NSDP.
Every day I live here, every day I live in Germany, this is something I know and that I remember.
(I asked someone else in the building who had left the memorial and they did not know. I can't imagine living here for years and not knowing. I'll ask at the Rathaus after school vacation. It mkes me feel better knowing that there are people who care to remember.)
2 comments:
Thank you for sharing this. In the midst of the chaos (and joy!) of our everyday lives, it's important to take time to remember.
G - this is a lovely remembrance post. A friend pointed out the stumbling stones to me a while ago and now whenever I come across one I always stop and read it. And think.
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