| During our stay in the Hofgeismar Bei Kassel Displaced Persons' camp in Germany after the war, several relief agencies were at work there, not only to see that we were fed and sheltered, but also trying to arrange some sort of future for us. One of these was the Brich'a, a group of young Jews from Palestine, which was under a British mandate at the time, and not particularly amenable to an influx of displaced European Jews. Because of this, for every immigrant landed legally, there were hundreds smuggled in behind the back of the authorities. Those of us who had no other obvious destinations were earmarked to be illegal immigrants to Palestine. As in any clandestine operation, great care was taken to ensure no incriminating documents or other evidence would be found. For this reason, we were told to surrender anything that might link us to our European origins. Unfortunately, this included all the photographs of our family and friends whom we would see no more. Ironically, in our case this turned out to be unnecessary as we found our way to Australia, not Palestine. A few survived by virtue of being overlooked (see below) but the majority were gone. Most of the photographs on this page, therefore, pertain to our post-war lives, and are shown here as a denial of the Hitlerite policy of genocide. My family, and indeed, the Jewish people, live on. |
Maurice (dec.), Boris, myself, daughter Nina and son Alec |
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