“I was 6 weeks old when my family was deported to a concentration camp. It was 1944. My dad managed to get a job as a truck driver in the camp and that’s why we survived. We stayed in the camp for 15 months. I have no memories of that time. I was just a baby. After the war we moved to the eastern part of Amsterdam. Life after the war was very difficult. There was a harsh survivors mentality going around and anti-Semitism was still present. I remember how the kids in the street would bully me and call me a dirty Jew. I never backed down though. I always stood my ground even if it meant that I had to get into a fight.”

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