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Number 53, when we approach it, is just like the rest. She hasn’t lived there, or anywhere, since 1942 when she was taken from her home and sent off to Auschwitz to be killed. But I have quit my job in Chicago and I am home for the summer, and my belongings are sitting in the basement of my parents’ house awaiting a move to Columbus in the fall, and when will I be able to do something like this again: drop everything and leave with my dad? I hold up a piece of paper with Hans Hedeman-Kalker’s name written on it.We stand in front of it in silence for a few seconds. It serves at first as a practical marker; when we get back home and we’re showing the pictures to Mom, we’ll be able to tell her who lived where without consulting one of Dad’s many notecards.Und dann, als wir immer mehr Kontakt hatten, beschlossen wir: Erstmal machen wir ein Portrait von dir! Growing up where people usually go on holidays is not too bad!Auch wenn Christina sich vor der Kamera unwohl fühlt, wollten wir euch diese interessante Frau nicht vorenthalten. Well, my German parents moved to the South of France in Antibes about 40 years ago and due to an unforeseen event in their travel they decided to stay and live there. Thanks to my parent’s adventurous approach of life, I grew up in an international environment since they were Germans living in France.It’s no secret that I’m a big fan of weekend breaks, but for a short trip I’d usually go for somewhere in the UK and get there by train or car.Having to drive for four hours to get to Gatwick, braving the weekend check-in queues and the budget airline scrum always seemed a bit too much effort to fly somewhere just for a couple of days.
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