All I want is to be treated like a Human being.
I don’t want big presents or fancy food.
I don’t even want to be treated like a Prince.
All I want is to feel the sunlight touch my skin on a warm summer day.
Or to hear the crackling of the snow under my feet in the winter.
I am not complicated.
To me 1 +1 is 2
I do not ask for a special treatment. Just the same treatment as you would give to yout nephew ,your cousin, the son of a friend or the boy next door.
But you can’t even grant me that simple wish.
I am Max Henri van Son, born in Amsterdam killed in Auschwitz,October 1, 1942.
The most simple wish of being treated as Human being was impossible to be granted, purely because of hate. Hate for a 4 year old boy, how is that even possible?