One of the items of memory that has really impressed me on my last several trips to Berlin is the laying of “memory bricks” – Stolpersteine – outside of the houses where German Jews had lived prior to their deportation to the death camps. I always take a stroll around the Hackescher Markt and there are (this is unsurprisingly since it was a Jewish section of town) many such bricks. Even when I walk in “non-Jewish” neighborhoods, I find them. What a terrible, terrible ripping apart of the living fabric of a city and nation.
What an absolutely, haunting, fitting memorial.