During the first few days, when I was sick at the hospital, my sister Emilie visited with me
once. A couple of days later she was caught during a raid. This happened approximately
two or three weeks after I had been arrested. Shortly afterwards I received a postcard from
her, written at camp Westerbork. After that I didn’t hear one thing from her any longer.
From my parents, too, I didn’t get one single sign of life during the whole time, from no one
at all! At that time we didn’t know any particulars about where to they would deport the
people from Westerbork, nor what would happen to them. We just didn’t have the faintest
idea! And then
the day arrived, when they
emptied the whole hospital.
Prior to that the Nazis went
through all the wards and
picked out those patients,
who seemed to be in good
shape, in order to be depor
ted to Westerbork.
However, they were afraid
of the isolation ward, which
they took care of at the very
end, just as well as of the
elderly and the ones in poor
health.
From one hiding place to the next
