This may sound strange but is often easier to look at graphic images of the Holocaust, because throughout the years I have seen so many that nothing actually shocks me anymore.
But seeing the last words of the victims has such a profound effect. With images you close your eyes or look away and although there is a memory of that picture, the impact gets lesser when you look away.
However the words are forever etched in your soul, they are the cries from eternity.
“Blanche, if it’s a boy, name him Jacob Ben Meier. If it’s a girl, name her Rachel.”
Meier Vieijra was born on 26 December 1918 in Amsterdam.
In 1939, Meier married Blanche Nabarro
Meier’s parents lived in central Amsterdam, near the Portuguese Synagogue on the Jonas Daniel Meijerplein, the square that became the scene of the first large round-up of Jews in Amsterdam, on 22-23…
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