In the Technical Museum, where we went for a break from the Jewish Problem I carry with me in everything I do in Berlin, we ran into an exhibit about the trains to Auschwitz.
Then I ran into my old friend, the V2 rocket, which stopped bombing London on the day I was born. That is why I spent my first day on earth in an airraid shelter. And not my second day.
Next to this exhibit were recordings by people in Berlin during the bombing of WWII. Similar to my mother’s stories, but only lasting a short time.
The fact that this particular train went to Treblinka and that where my grandmother ended her voyage, together with the fact that that particular rocket missed me, made me feel a vulnerability I had forgotten.
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