I’d never believed I would make the journey to Auschwitz. This place wasn’t part of my story, or so I thought. But as soon as I discover that after so nearly making it to the end of the war, Felix Rieden, my father’s uncle, had been sent to Auschwitz, I knew I had to go.
Then, as the truth about my family tumbles out of the archives ‘Osvětim’ – the Czech name for Auschwitz – appears with a deafening finality on dossier after dossier, I realise how intrinsic this dark, dark town in Poland is to our family footprint.
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