The title of this blog is an address. It will mean very little to most people. It is not the address of someone famous or some well known shop or even museum.
It is basically a very insignificant address in the greater scheme of things. But in a microcosm it has such great relevance and especially to me.
It is an address I would have passed by on a daily basis. Around the corner of the building lies a bakery and also nearby is a chemistry. It is in the middle of a small shopping centre. Although I have passed by there many times, I never knew the history of this particular address, which now is an empty shop building.
On August 25,1942 a butcher with the name Max Baum and his wife were picked up from the Bloemenmarkt 7 and from there they were deported to Vught and Westerbork…
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