A forgiving child.

Translation:

In every human there hides something evil, but also something good.

No attempt on a beautiful picture today, no, today is a day for emotions.

This afternoon in Amsterdam, l visited a place, filled with cold and painful memories.
In the second world war, there was this place in Amsterdam, where the jewish people would be locked away from the civilized world. It was a place where they were threaten badly. Where hunger was normal, and being freighten was a daily emotion.
The place has turned into a monument. On both sides of the path that leads to the monument, there are cards, like this one.
l was so touched.
There was also this giant sign, where all the names of all the murdered jewish people were shown.
l searched for my grandmothers family name, but couldn't find it. She probably took over the family name of my grandfather.
My grandmother's family also got killed in concentration camps by the Nazi's, my grandmother told me.
Luckily my grandmother survived, unlike many others, who did not.