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Trip Diary – Day 3 – Pocking, Memorial Event, Beer with the Mayors

Woke up around 7:30 and had breakfast. Began writing this document and transferring photos to the computer. Had a scare when the power caused this computer to make a bad sound and shut down. Left the computer alone, put in … Continue reading

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Various links about the trip

Here are some links that I’ve found about the trip and the memorial: The Mayor of Passau’s speech (German) An article about the Children’s Memorial and my Grandfather’s memorial A fund raising call for building the Children’s Memorial – includes … Continue reading

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Trip Diary – Day Two – Pocking, Bad Griesbach

Pocking and my grandparents’ old house Ami and I (we were sharing a room, as were Mom and Yehudit) woke up around 7:30am, showered, dressed and waited for our mothers, and headed down for breakfast around 9am. At 10:30, with … Continue reading

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Trip Diary – Day One – Munich, Passau, Pocking

Munich Landed at the airport around 7am Munich time, walked from Terminal One to Terminal F which is exclusively for El Al. It seems to be an old original terminal – separated from the rest and guarded more carefully by … Continue reading

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Pre-Article about the memorial event

This was posted on the Remember the Women Institute’s website before the event: Anna Rosmus, an Advisory Board member of Remember the Women Institute, is organizing a 60th Anniversary of the Liberation of Germany along the Danube River by General … Continue reading

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My grandparents are reunited after the war

After the war, when my grandfather was placed as one of those working to find homes for the refugees and as Rabbi in Pocking, a man came saying he was going to head to Budapest. My grandfather asked him to … Continue reading

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My grandfather’s rescue from the camps

My grandfather was lucky in many ways (strange ways, to be sure, but still lucky). He was in Auschwitz. When the allies bombed the railway stations near Passau, he was sent to Buchenwald to help rebuild. He was close to … Continue reading

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