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A memorial to my family's endurance

We are still waiting for what was stolen from us

April 21, 2016 15:22
shadows behind her smile

By

Karen Millie-James

1 min read

My first novel, The Shadows Behind Her Smile, has recently been published. I'm not a novelist but a successful businesswoman and, like others of my age, I am among the first generation of Jews who were not forced to survive against oppression and prejudice.

My father arrived with the Kindertransport from Charlottenberg in Germany via Sweden, in 1939 at the age of 12. All he had to his name was a small cardboard box containing a few meagre belongings and a couple of treasured family photos. He had a card slung around his neck, on which his name, Rudi Cohn, was hand-written.

He knew nobody and could hardly speak English. He left everything and everyone else behind: his parents, grandparents, twin brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, not knowing whether he would ever see them again. His family were wealthy bankers.

For almost 10 years after the war, he fought with the German authorities for restitution for all he had lost. In 1963, he received the princely sum of £1,300. That was the total price of his lost heritage. What about the house, and the business?

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