Eva Fahidi witnessed the horror of Auschwitz at a very young age, and speaks about her experiences in schools to stop history from repeating itself. It was only when I walked into her flat, I have realised that she lives in the same house, where my grandmother used to live. I have only very distant childhood memories of walking to the third floor, passing a few doors to walk into my grandmothers kitchen, where she prepared for the traditional Sunday lunch our family used to have. Eva Fahidi lived a few doors away on the same floor, so she knew my grandmother as well. I wonder, If my grandmother knew her story as well.
You can read Eva Fahidi's story in The New York Times.