History of Sorts

In shadows deep, where memory weeps,
A solemn vow, our conscience keeps.
For in the annals of history’s scroll,
A harrowing tale, the heart’s deep toll.

In silence, hear the echoes of despair,
As anguish fills the somber air.
In chambers choked with darkness dread,
Lies the testament of the countless dead.

Whispers linger of horrors untold,
Of innocence robbed, of stories cold.
Yet amidst the ashes, a flicker of light,
Resilience shines, a beacon bright.

From the depths of despair, hope arose,
As heroes emerged, defiance chose.
Their courage, a testament to human grace,
In the darkest hour, they held their place.

Let us remember, with hearts sincere,
The lives lost, the ones held dear.
May their legacy forever endure,
A solemn vow, we shall ensure.

For in the echoes of history’s cry,
We pledge to never let them die.
Holocaust Remembrance, a sacred vow,
Lest we forget, we remember now.

One name to represent the millions.

Curt Simon Wolff was born in Bad Neuenahr, Germany on 18 September 1928. Murdered in Tröbitz on 6 May 1945. He reached the age of 16 years.

For Curt, it was a double tragedy. In early April 1945, prisoners from the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp were transferred to the Theresienstadt concentration camp. One of the three trains used for this was liberated by the Russian army near the village of Tröbitz. Many passengers did not survive this train journey. Of those who survived the train journey, a large number died as a result of the outbreak of the typhus epidemic. Curt was one of them, liberation had come too late. His family lived in the Netherlands when the war broke out. His mother was Dutch and died a few days later on May 11, 1945. Curt died one day after the Netherlands was liberated. Both liberations did not save his life.

Source

https://www.joodsmonument.nl/nl/page/199295/curt-simon-wolff