Rahmil Shmushkevich
I, Rahmil Shmushkevich, after liberation from the camp. I have a medal of French partisans on my shirt. Photo made in Germany on 10 May 1945, Victory day.

Jewish Life in Germany: the Erna Goldmann Story
Asta Pekker’s grandfather, my mother's father, Pyotr Borisovich Shwartzman
My grandfather, my mother's father, Pyotr Borisovich Shwartzman. The picture was taken in Berlin, 1931.
I am Asta Grigorievna Pekker. I'm 72 years old. I was born in Berlin, in June 1929. I lived there for four and a half years. My parents and my grandfather and grandmother were Soviet citizens. With Hitler coming in 1933 the Soviet government called our family to Moscow at the end of the year.
My grandfather quit quietly all his official positions, and he lived and worked as if in a shadow until very old age.
Asta Pekker with her mother, Selena Shwartzman-Pekker.
Me, Asta Pekker, in my early childhood, with my mother, Selena Shwartzman-Pekker. The picture was taken in Berlin around 1930.
Asta Pekker’s mother - Selena Shwartzman-Pekker with her friends.
My mother, Selena Shwartzman-Pekker (first on the left) with her friends (I don't know their names). The picture was taken in Berlin, in 1928.

Looking back: A child’s recollections of the Holocaust through the eyes of the children of today
Adolf Fajner with friends
This picture was taken before my uncle, mother’s brother Adolf Fajner left Germany in the 1930s.
My uncle is second from left, and there are his friends, but I don’t know their names.
My mother's maiden name was Fajner. Her parents' names were Maurycy and Roza Fajner, but I don't know the maiden name of my grandmother.
My brother Karl
This is a picture or my oldest brother Karl. He was born on January 12, 1906, and was twelve years older than me.
In 1933, he had finished his studies and he had even completed an internship at the Virchow-Hospital in Berlin.
He was a general practitioner, but later he only did scientific research.
My brother Karl was a fervent Zionist. After his internship, Karl left Germany and went to Palestine. My parents were ok with it, they were very modern. It wasn’t easy back then:
My ball gown
I always was dressed very well, with coat and hat.
I also took dance lessons. For my first ball, I got a wonderful ball gown, made from light blue taffeta.
It was tailor-made for me.
This picture was taken by my brother. I sit in the Gentlemen’s Room, wearing the ball gown.
My home in Frankfurt
This is a picture of me sitting on the balcony of our apartment at Eschenheimer Anlage 30 in Frankfurt.
I returned home from school at 1pm. Then our maid served lunch, and we all ate together.
After lunch, my mother used to take a nap, or would sit next to me and help me with my homework.
In the afternoon I went down to the street to play with my friends. Sometimes we played hopscotch [Hickelkreis].
We would draw different forms onto the street and hop on one leg from one box to the next.