When I left the voting booth, no soldiers in uniform were visible; no swastikas were in sight. I was safe. My vote was secret.
Category: Renate G Justin, MD
Good-bye, ME
Like Eva, I had to travel alone to a place where I knew no one, leaving my friends, my family, and my home.
Good-bye, Eva
After Eva's sudden departure, we never lived together as a family again.
Good-bye, Anni
In her lifetime, Renate had to say "good-bye" to many people: friends, relatives, acquaintances. In October, we shall strive to celebrate the lives of those left behind. ANNI I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had …
Good-bye, Ms. Van Beverwÿk
Right then I decided to become a doctor.
Sukkot
In the back of the vegetable garden was a very old and quite large beehive that my parents had transformed into a store and playhouse for us. They painted the outside of this shack green and helped us sew red-checkered …
Birthdays
Mysteriously, we became their enemies.
Verboten
All nightmare have a beginning, and this was the beginning of ours: Verboten.
In Memoriam
Stories can be a constant source of pain and violence, although they need to be told to remind us that no society is free of prejudice.
Living with Anti-Semitism
I became painfully aware of anti-Semitism.