Marianne Pauli |
02-06-2014 |
The name I have chosen it that of my mother’s sister, murdered by the Nazis in 1942 at the age of 17. I chose her because I’m named after her, a name I’ve been aware of all my life. My mother managed to survive by escaping though a small window during a roundup in her neighbourhood in Amsterdam North. Her parents, young brother and sister were gassed two days after arriving in Auschwitz.
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