Then something inside me broke.

Franziska

I have done a few hundred of these blogs now, blogs about children where I tried to bring them back to live a small bit,

But when I saw the picture of Franciska Weisz something inside me broke, I know thst she is just one of 1.5 million children who were brutally murdered. I then realised that I am not able to write all those 1.5 Million + stories, but I want to because they need to be told.

Franciska Weisz was born on August 22,1937 I believe she was born in Secuieni, Romania. She did not get to celebrate a 7th birthday because she was murdered in May 1944 in Auschwitz Birkenau.

August 22, 1937 was a Sunday it was 30,273 days ago. Manfred von Brauchitsch of Germany won the Monaco Grand Prix. There are still people around who were born on August 22,1937. People like Donald Whyte MacLeary for exmple, a retired British ballet dancer, a former principal dancer and a ballet master with the Royal Ballet.

Franciska could have been a Ballet dancer, or a jazz singer. Or she could  have been a dentist, a home maker. a top fashion model. Maybe she could have been a scientist an immunologist perhaps.

But none of that was to be, she was seen as a sub human, vermin that needed to be destroyed. Just sit back and think of that for a moment. Someone looked at that angelic smiley face, those sparkling eyes which radiate a joy of life, there was no hate to be found, yet this person decided Franciska had to die because she did not fit into the ideology of a regime that only knew hate and destruction. She was sent to Auschwitz Birkenau where she was murdered by the Nazi regime. A regime that didn’t even have the originality to create their own symbols, all they had was copied from other regimes from another time, thousands of years ago.

A regime based on lies and deception and false promises, yet people listened and did little to stop it when they finally discovered what the regime was really about. Therefore allowing children like Franciska and 1.5 Million other children to be brutally murdered.

When I thought of that, something inside of me broke. But I will be unbroken and tell as many stories as I can.

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