Harriëtte Zeeman just another teenager.
But she was more then that.
She was someones’s daughter.
She was someone’s sister.
She was someone’s friend.
She was someone’s student.
She was someone’s neighbor.
She was someone who annoyed people.
She was someone who made people laugh.
She was someone born in Amsterdam.
She was someone’s enemy.
She was someone who was murdered by an evil regime in Auschwitz, on 26 October 1942.
She was someone who was murdered aged 14, the same age as my daughter is now.
