From one hiding place to the next
At the Joodsche Invalide: The next day he
took me to a different place. It is hard to
comprehend since he actually threw me to the
lions: He brought me back to the Joodsche
Invalide, however, not as prisoner rather as
laborer under my real name. Next to the
Schouwburg the Joodsche Invalide, too, was an
assembly point for the elderly and the sick
prior to deportation. The managing director
was a certain Dr. de Hertog. There I stayed for
a couple of days and worked for the
administration. I wasn’t even scared, and I
obviously wasn’t aware of the danger. It’s
really difficult for me to comprehend,
apparently somehow they failed to notice me,
or whatever. Perhaps this lawyer knew what he
was doing, when he brought me back to the
Joodsche Invalide. Maybe he was in league
with Walter Suskind? One never will know
exactly.
Commemorative plaque at the entrance of
the Joodsche Invalide in memory of the
events back in 1943.
The inscription reads: ”From this building
of the Joodsche Invalide the residents were
hauled off to their death by their enemies
on March 1, 1943. The iron of their
shackles (fetters) facilitated the forging of
the state of Israel.”
