A beautiful, peaceful space, set in a forested park. I happened upon it.
The wall has quotes from Holocaust survivors who moved to Portland.
All of us children were crying for our parents. A guard came over to us and yelled, “Stop all of your whining! See that chimney, see that smoke, smell that stench in the air? That is your parents!”
One night the Arrow Cross lined us all up at the edge of the Danube River. The line stretched in both directions as far as I could see. The cold stillness of the night air was broken by the sound of gunfire as the Nazis walked down the line shooting every standing person one by one. They stopped shooting just as they got to me.
