The psychiatric hospital in Bernburg, where my great-grandfather Eberhard Hirsch was murdered. The place feels both tranquil and deeply unsettling. Credit: Neta Riskin
I grew up believing the Holocaust had nothing to do with my family. But applying for a German passport sent me on an unexpected journey – from the banks of the Rhine to the gas chamber where my great-grandfather was murdered, uncovering an entire branch of my family that had been wiped out
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