Another Face I want to share.
This man was picked up from the street in 1943, put on transport to Berlin to take part in cleaning up the city after bombings (Arbeiteinsatz). He saw horrible scenes there, in 1944 he was sent to a concentration camp
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This man was picked up from the street in 1943, put on transport to Berlin to take part in cleaning up the city after bombings (Arbeiteinsatz). He saw horrible scenes there, in 1944 he was sent to a concentration camp
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Again as forced laborer, in other words, slavery, where they at first were used to clean out ovens but as the pace picked up they were used to transport the bodies to either ovens or burning pits.
He was able to survive while many died due to malnutrition and the
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He was able to survive while many died due to malnutrition and the
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Conditions they lived in.
He was liberated in early 1945 by the Red Army, it took a week for him and two others to gain enough strength to start the journey home, it took them more than 3 weeks to reach the Dutch border.
Until his death he spoke very little about what
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He was liberated in early 1945 by the Red Army, it took a week for him and two others to gain enough strength to start the journey home, it took them more than 3 weeks to reach the Dutch border.
Until his death he spoke very little about what
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happened.
He always stayed very thin, was never able to eat much
And had daily nightmares from which he sometimes woke up screaming
Until his death he was grateful to the Russians for the liberation
I know this story well as this man was my Father
Piet Charity ✝️1994
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He always stayed very thin, was never able to eat much
And had daily nightmares from which he sometimes woke up screaming
Until his death he was grateful to the Russians for the liberation
I know this story well as this man was my Father
Piet Charity ✝️1994
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Without the Russians and other peoples from the USSR, he wouldn't have survived and I wouldn't be here.
So his gratitude has become my gratitude. It is also the reason for my love and interest in Russia, its history, its culture and its people.
The baby in the photo is me.
So his gratitude has become my gratitude. It is also the reason for my love and interest in Russia, its history, its culture and its people.
The baby in the photo is me.
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