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In 1985 at a service in Coventry Cathedral to
commemorate the fortieth anniversary of the allied Victory in Europe,
Rabbi Hugo Gryn, a survivor of the death camps said: "I only wish
it were possible for Jews to forgive. But the sad fact is that those
who could not forgive are no longer alive, and of those who need
forgiveness, there is no call from them."
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Some fifty-five years after leaving it, I decided to return for a visit
to my birthplace in Forst (Lausitz) in what was first Nazi Germany and
then became Communist East Germany. I had no property to reclaim in
Forst, no business or house, just memories.
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The city had been the "family seat" for over a century until the Nazi
era. My father and his only brother, along with several aunts and an
uncle, managed to escape; my grandparents and several other relatives
were deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau in May 1943, where they were
murdered by August that year.
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Images of Auschwitz-Birkenau |
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A visit to Krakow and Auschwitz-Birkenau.
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A record of a tour in Poland and Hungary of sites associated with the holocaust. The article is long, but well worth reading.
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"I’ve found it!" This was the emotional and joyful cry from my
octogenarian father just over one year ago. He was referring to the
grave of his parents who were killed by the Nazis on the night of the
3rd May 1945 - the last days of the war.
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I should like to tell you a very shortened story of what happened to my
granny, her family and her nurse. My granny was 9 years old when her
father was put in a concentration camp.
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In June 1999 my family and I went to visit the little shtetl in the
heart of Poland where my grandparents had lived. The name - Kazimierz
Dolny, not far from Lublin.
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My family lived in Danzig before the war. My father had a small tea
import business and employed four staff. One day in 1932 a man - a
German - appeared in his office asking for a job.
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When his home town of Danzig was occupied by the Nazis, young Felix Nasimov fled to Palestine, only to be stalled in Yugoslavia. Encouraged by his friend Alex, he set about writing articles for the British
press, but they never arrived.
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I was 10 months old when my parents took me from Russia to Danzig in
1921. In order to become bilingual in German (spoken by 95% of the
population) and Polish, I went initially to a German school and later
to the Polish gymnasium (i.e. grammar school) where I matriculated in
1938.
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