I am deeply indebted to my family for their generosity and patience in helping me with this project, especially my aunt Tinkie, my uncle Jono, my grandmother Liz, my great aunt Ruthie, my mother Eva and my brother Max as well Karmit and Lowell, Monica and many others.
My grandfather was a wounded man.
The doctors said he would never walk again. And yet here he was, walking. This story of the wound was a sort of morality tale that formed the bedrock of our family mythology. Shortly before his death, my grandfather tried to tell my aunt what actually happened.
The following video is an excerpt from the audio recording of my grandfathers confession.I have attempted to illustrate his narrative using hand made sets.
-Ronald Hirte | Holocaust Memorial Museum, Buchenwald
My aunt Tinki has had some questions about my privileged role as the narrator of in this telling of my grandfather's story.
She expressed concern that I was positioning myself as objective in an incredibly subjective process.
In the video below Tinkie turns the tables on me and questions my motives.
This video has English language sound and German captions, as it was first shown in Germany. Please contact me for an English caption version if you require one.