Finally at Peace:
The Search is Over
     Though my father went to Vienna for an operation in 1938, immediately thereafter Hitler's regime pushed through and removed all the sick Jews from the hospitals, shooting them to death.

     For 32 years I had an obsession to find out what happened to my father, hoping that he died in a hospital bed, rather than being shot to death.

     After numerous leads over a period of decades, his grave was located in a cemetery which the Germans kept as a showcase for the Red Cross, in an ironic attempt to convince the world of their humanity.
     To this day, I still do not know how my father came to be buried.
original medium - oil size - 24"x 36" copyright 2004 Back to the Gallery

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