Beny Maissner

Who is named on the stones?

Both my grandparents on my father's side were as Polish citizens, not as German citizens put in a detention camp on the border between Germany and Poland before September one 39, before the war broke out, all the non-citizens of Hanover of Germany to the Pole and the Pole's didn't want them. And the Germans didn't want them. So they were on the border. My grandmother came to Palestine, my father got a certificate also for my grandfather, Bernard Dov, and he went back to Germany to Hanover, to pack up and come up to Israel. Because at the time they said, if you have a place to go, you can go back and pack up a few, a few things. And they did quite well in Hanover according to my father's younger brother, they had a grand piano and, and they lived in a very nice neighborhood. It's called Lavesstrasse. My grandfather was in Hanover, packing up, sending out everything and was caught on the way to Palestine in Trieste. And then we don't know what happened to him...

And every once in a while, my mother used to burst up in, in, in, in hysterical, crying. I don't remember where especially Yom Kippur, erev of Yom Kippur was like, like devastating. And I didn't understand. In bits and pieces somehow they talked about her parents and Vienna and I don't know at what age and they chased me out of the room. And then I started to hear about showers and shaving heads and being naked, and I didn't understand at that time what it was all and my mother's crying because my father was jobless. He lost his job as an accountant I think maybe 1950, 55 exactly, cause he was 50 years old. He wanted to go back to Germany, to restudy furrier, because I have the diploma of my father from 1924 from Breman, where he received his, a certificate for being a cutter of furs. And my mother didn't want to go back. And this Sigmund, this friend of my father from childhood yelled and told my parents, my mother, you have to go back, you have to go back, you have to go back…