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A photograph saved his life.

He was deeply in love with Anna, but when they applied for a marriage license in the late 1930s it was refused. They kept asking, although their love was impossible - he simply could not marry an Aryan woman.

Refusals turned into threats The SA spied on him -



wraps around running looking watching waiting running


winter in a graveyard



(he always dreamt in black and white never in color)





I would not be here today hadn’t it been for a photograph.

A photograph showing a dark-haired woman gazing into the distance.

Facing deportation, he had taken it from his wallet the moment the Gestapo asked whether he had broken off his engagement with Anna. His cousin had written on the back of her photograph

‚To Friedrich. With love, Irene.‘

They let him go.

He spent the remainder of the war on the run.

This actually happened.

I was told this story as a young woman. By Friedrich. It was the last time I saw him.

Over a decade later I realized the full meaning of this story and started researching. In the back of a cupboard a folder contained every single document, neatly filed away.

Only the photograph is missing.