Walking along my hotel’s street in Frankfurt, I came upon one of the most powerful memorials I’ve ever seen. I could have missed it.
On the sidewalk in front of Hebelstrasse 13, I saw metal squares among the paving stones.
Each of 22 squares carried a name and a story: Here resided Herbert Weichsel, born on this date, deported on this date, murdered in Minsk. One can’t help but look up at the apartment house, hear their voices, sense the tragedy and crime at eye level.
