Registration Cards, Budapest, Hungary
Leslie Aigner: These were given to me on the way home from the camps. They allowed me to travel on the trains and get some food on the stations
Leslie Aigner: These were given to me on the way home from the camps. They allowed me to travel on the trains and get some food on the stations
Leslie Aigner: Postcard sent from Auschwitz camp when I was ordered to write home. I addressed it to a gentile friend. I did not want to give out any family
Imam Abdulah Polovina: In this photo you can see an old traditional handmade coffee bean grinder and the traditional coffee called “dzezva” for making Bosnian
Emmanuel Turaturanye: My family my Pride Daddy was killed on 9 April 1994 I carry this picture because it keeps his memory and spirit alive in me.
Les Aigner: My mother Anna asking my dad Gyrela, if he ever received the food package that she has sent him This postcard was sent to a town named
Saron Khut: In 1980 my mother, my sister and I escaped Cambodia carrying only a few things, as we walked to the Lumpook refugee camp in Thailand.
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the opening part of the holy Qur’an that I brought with me from Bosnia and Herzegovina where it shows my birth
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the photo of an old collection of Mawlid poems and recitations. The term Mawlid is part of the daily vocabulary of the Muslim population
Sivheng Ung: My mother’s silver ceremony bowl. This kind of silver bowl, my mom used it to collect blessing water or for special occasions such as weddings
Emmanuel Turaturanye: My father preached that Easter Sunday, April 3, 1994 The genocide started that Thursday, April 7. My family was killed the following day,
Dijana Ihas: This is the photo of my viola that my parents bought for me when I was 14 years young. I carried this instrument first, for 7 hours
Evelyn Banko: My parents and I were already in Riya, Latvia on October 5, 1938 when all German passports held by Jews became invalid and had to be sent to […]
Evelyn Banko: When the Nazis occupied Austria in 1936, my parents hoped they would be able to leave Vienna for a safer country.
Tsering Dolma: This prayer book was one of my father’s oldest daily prayer book that I received from my late eldest brother. I brought it from Nepal when I went
On a journey to come to terms with their losses, a group of Holocaust survivors from Portland, OR, travel together to six of the locations where concentration camps