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On the great stumbling block ten times ten centimeters of brass, embedded in the asphalt of Grünerløkka in Oslo, are the cold facts. Year of birth 1891. Deported 1942. Auschwitz. Killed 1.12. 1942. It’s about the man who lived on my street.
The man I can look at from my kitchen window door.
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Today I will look for the box with copper plaster that I bought last year, I will look for a cloth and I will drain a bucket of warm water. I hope my 11 year old son joins. Now he’s big enough to know that people aren’t just good. And to hear that Salomon’s children went to Grünerløkka school, just like her.
It is good and important to be able to give a little now annual greeting to the man who once walked our streets.
Many of the city’s stumbling blocks placed in addresses where Jews were detained are in groups. But we will clean dirt and leaves from a lonely stumbling block at Gate 7 in Grüners. We will polish the copper.
And for the small square of metal barely visible on the asphalt, we must remember the greatest abuse committed against people. Almost 80 years ago.
80 is hardly more than the girl’s grandfather. So close is the unthinkable.
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In the media we are good at writing for anniversaries. The 50th, 75th and 100th anniversary celebrations are golden opportunities to retell our common heritage and history. But some dates can and should be rewritten every year.
A 78 year anniversary is as important as any other. On November 26, 1942, the Norwegian police rounded up 532 Norwegian Jews, children, women, and men, and shipped them out of the country with a one-way ticket to death.
Not Nazis with swastikas on their arms and skulls on their hats, but ordinary Norwegian police.
They weren’t evil, they were husbands and fathers, ordinary people in an impossible situation. You and I had done the same. We had done our work, we went home and continued living.
One of the scariest things about the entire Holocaust is that cruel people do not commit cruel acts. But by ordinary people.
It is almost impossible to explain to an 11 year old.
At the same time that this dark day for Norwegian Jews is marked across the country, we are in the midst of a huge public debate on the Brage de Marte Michelet Prize-winning book on the fate of Norwegian Jews, “The Greatest Crime” . It surprised many when the book came out in 2015 with a sharper picture of a country, and especially the home front, that failed the Jews.
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There will never be a conclusion, but the truth lies somewhere between the brutal fact that Norway lost a very high proportion of its Jewish population and the testimony of Henriette Samuel, the widow of the Oslo Rabbi Julius Samuel.
In May 1961 he testified at the trial of Adolf Eichmann in Jerusalem. In the little-known diploma, he expresses great gratitude and respect for the help Norwegian Jews received.
“The Jews of Norway lived freely and undisturbed, and they felt at home. They were doing well financially. There was no anti-Semitism. All Jewish men were arrested in lightning on October 26, 1942. But thanks to the Norwegian resistance movement Some managed to cover up, “he said. Why should I lie
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She was married to the Jewish leader in Norway and lived in Norway during the 1930s and the early years of the war.
On the night of November 25, 1942, Solomon’s family was warned that all Jews would be sent out of the land. Solomon’s family escaped and survived the war. Helped and rescued by Carl Fredriksen Transport. After the war, they returned to Grünerløkka’s apartment.
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On board the prison ship “Danube”, Salomon was told that his family was not with him. A few days later, he was assassinated at Auschwitz. Because it was different. Salomon’s story must live on. Today two great-great-grandchildren, a great-grandson and a great-grandson live in Vestfold. They are the last four of their kind.
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