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Gertrud Kolmar

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After being forced to give birth prematurely, did you lie on a bed of railway sleepers, drawn there by a train rushing towards you?

After hard labour that did not give birth to freedom, you were murdered.

Your ash still falls on us as leaves marked with the experience you cherished.

‘Gertrud Kolmar’
© copyright text and translation Mary Burdett-Jones 2023

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