When one says Holocaust many people recall black and white photographs with many men, women and children crowded in it dead or barely alive. And it was this way also.

But for me the first thing which comes to the mind is a small spot of trees bordering a grass field close to a small village where my grandfathers parents lived.

They were the only family of Jews between less than 20 families, all of whom were living there all their life. The small communities are are close knit, so, as far we know, neighborghs were hiding them directly after the German army has occupied the area.

A few months later an SS investigators started to comb the villages looking for Jews. One day my grandfathers parents were taken to a gathering place in the neaby town and shortly after shot and buried in the mass grave. Their neighbors placed a stone for them under the trees, as far we have heard. No one of our family visited their old village.

One hears sometimes today that the Holocaust is in the past, but for me it is still connected to the future – to the day when I will have to explain my children that there are people who would like them to be harmed just because they are my children.