Judith Rosenzweig

Farewell to

Judith Rosenzweig, née Schwarzbart (March 2, 1930 - December 9, 2019)

December 9, 2019


Judith Rosenzweig, née Schwarzbart, who has been my beloved friend since our first encounters in Prague, Haifa and Spindlermühle, has passed away this night, aged 89. My deeply felt sympathy goes to her children and grandchildren in Israel and the United States. 

As one of "The Girls of  Room 28" many people had the opportunity to get to know and talk to Judith over the last 15 years. All of us sappreciated her kind and warm personality. Once, as a child, she had suffered a lot in Theresienstadt, Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen, losing her adored parents. Hoping that it helps to bring about a better future she never hesitated to share her experiences with those who were ready to listen to her story or eager to find out about her experiences, feelings and thoughts. And so she kept alive the torch of remembrance.


Judith, you stay alive in my heart and, I am sure, in so many other hearts too. I remember all the precious moments we shared together, especially in Haifa and for many years in September in Spindlermühle. You were always so much looking forward to these gatherings. And while writing this, your beloved voice resonates and brings back all the unforgettable memories...

I had so much hoped to be able to hand over to you the new Czech Compendium to the Room 28 Educational Project, and the  additional working-sheet that deals with your childhood and its historical context. And I wished to tell you that your memories are not forgotten!!! There are people who do not forget. There were young people who listened to you, young people who have taken you and your words and feelings to heart.

I never forget  what the terrible fate that weighed heavily on you. I nevcer forget how you lighted the candle candle that very special day in September 2006. 

And I never forget the way you talked about your parents,  your childhood in the adored house on the outskirts of Brno, with a garden, with trees and fruits you loved so much... And how this paradiese ended. When your family was called for transport in May 1942, you were, as you told me, glad to leave. "The atmosphere was like dynamite. We were living on a powder keg." - You hoped for more piece and quiet in the ghetto Theresienstadt....


The rose I once gave you came from my heart as do these sad lines I am writing thinking of you and feeling you in my heart forever.


Hannelore
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