family photos and artefacts

Grandma Hana's poem written in Terezin in May, 1943. "We are chasing time...turning the wheel of history; the wounded ship moves through the fog....

Wild, beastly water came, only heavy stones remained; it took away the harvest and the barren field, and extiguished all flames..."

Once I lose the last bit of bitter taste from the goblet, emptied to the bottom, with a smile on my lips I will come back to you, my native land.

My mom lived here for two and a half years. In the basement and in the loft, the famed music rehearsals and productions took place.

Known as the "ancestor" - this man was said by my mom and grandma to have been the Sephardic merchant from Amsterdam that came to Bohemia in early? middle? 1800s, married a Czech Jewish girl and stayed. His eyes follow you around the room!