Showing posts with label The Netherlands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Netherlands. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 February 2020

The cut out girl


Bart van Es
Fig Tree 2018
Penguin 2019
5 stars



This beautifully written book that explores the feelings of being a hidden child during the holocaust and the psychological trauma she lived with.  Bart, an oxford historian, realizes a family member, Lien, does not figure in family histories. His grandmother and Lien had a terrible row and she cut off contact. Bart approaches Lien by email. He befriends her and she tells her story. She was a Jewish child in Amsterdam and is hidden by his family in Central Holland during the second world war. She retells her story and we experience it thorough her eyes. She was 8 when her parents gave her for safe keeping to their friends.  On her 9th  birthday she heard from them but then silence. He captures the pain she experienced, silence, then tears.  She had forgotten a lot.  It was not easy being a refugee, she had to work almost as a house maid in one home. She and another refugee escaped at one point. She did not understand what was happening, then become silent and withdrawn, then a slow anger built up, initially she was warm but then hot. Feeling unwanted was a major part of her experience. Aged 12 she was raped frequently by a family uncle. After the war she worked in child care and then trained as a social worker.  When she did talk about her rape it was acknowledged by the family but not acted upon.  She had different religions, brought up Jewish, then followed Dutch reform, at university she joined the Jewish student society. She married a Jew Albert and enjoyed the Jewish rituals.  She is now Bhuddist.

She repressed many feelings, it was all too painful.  Later in life she acknowledged her refugee status. She takes Bart to Schouwberg, the departure point for Dutch Jews to the concentration camps and they look at her parents names. She was helped by a conference in Amsterdam for child refugees and the conversations it opened up.  The then mayor of Amsterdam was himself a child refugee. She makes peace at Auschwitz by performing Buddhist rituals there over a week with her Dutch friends.

She was v sensitive to being excluded by the family.  At her wedding she was surprised that people were joking “is the husband Albert good enough for our Lien?”. She was hurt being excluded from the family funeral announcements of Pa Heromas death.  She had a small birthday party that she did to mention to Ma Heroma.  The two then exchanged angry letters, Lein wrote that she felt a second rate person in the family. Ma heroma had no further contact with her. These letters one can write because it an emotional release but one should not send them because they  can hurt so much.

Bart the historian is fascinated by Lein’s story, he backs up his work academically checking on the files of Dutch informers.  Through his interest he gains Lein’s trust. She visits Oxford and meets his family. In her her Amsterdam flat and she introduces him to her friends as “my nephew who will write my story”. The detective work has produced family healing.

Occasionally there is too much background, such as the description of the Dutch informers, it gives useful context. His fluent Dutch makes him at home there.

There are two journeys in this book; Lien’s story of being a child in hiding, and van Esses story of getting Lein to talk, the background research that he did on Dutch informers. It is his journey in writing the book.  Bridges have been rebuilt within the family.  He  describes his visits to Holland, seeing the towns and understanding Dutch history well.

Being half Dutch there were many personal resonances for me in the book. I recognized the grandparents generation and the academic exploring Holland. My mother repressed her PoW experience, she was in Japanese prisoner of war camp aged 18-20. She coped by rarely talking about the experience.  It made her a survivor when she faced problems.
So I admire Bart van Esse in getting his aunt to talk about her experience. My mother kept her story inside.  


Thursday, 2 May 2019

Diana's Year 2018


The year in brief:  I had a wonderful Himalayan experience walking in Ladakh. I enjoyed hosting friends in Brecon. I worked to improve the image of leprosy “New Face for Leprosy” in Ethiopia. I protested with 700 000 others against Brexit on the people’s march.

In August I walked for 10 days in Ladakh, a dry Himalayan area in India bordering Tibet and Pakistan. There were 16 people (19-66 yrs) on an organized trek. Ladakh has high dry mountains with beautiful rock formations.  Leh, the capital is at 3200m and we walked to above 4,000m. We drove up to the Khardung La pass, the worlds highest café and had lemon tea there. The rocks colours range from red to brown, beautiful to photograph.  The highest points are decorated with Buddhist prayer flags. We saw beautiful Bhuddist monasteries. The Indus starts up here and the only trees are along the river. We walked, camped and had interesting village homestays and talked to local people. The locals were harvesting and drying their apricots; which I brought home for my neighbours. They are Buddhist and so much less pushy than elsewhere in India and their social structures are kinder to women. 

My latest project is called “A new face for leprosy”.  When new leprosy patients go on the Internet they see only pictures of patients with no fingers and toes; whereas contemporary leprosy is a treatable infection. I tell new patients that they have a 21 st century curable infection and most will not develop disabilities. The NGO’s working in leprosy need these graphic images to raise money. My patients have overcome the stigma of leprosy and progressed with lives and careers.  We aim to capture this positive image of leprosy without stigma.  Myself, Saba Lambert one of my team based in Ethiopia and Alex Kumar, one of my DTMH students spent time in Ethiopia in Sept photographing and interviewing patients.  We plan an exhibition for World Leprosy Day on Jan 27 2019 when there is media interest in Leprosy. I celebrated the Ethiopia New year in Sept in Addis Ababa with candles, bonfires and fireworks in the central square. 

My friend Steve Walker was appointed to the tropical dermatology consultant post at Hospital for Tropical Diseases (HTD), he is the first black consultant at HTD, I was the first woman consultant in 1994.  Steve has worked with me on leprosy for many years and will be taking over the NHS leprosy work. I shall retire next June. I shall stay connected with leprosy work, a new project will be writing a book about leprosy based on patients’ stories. This will take me back to the places I have worked in the past.  I plan to cross Russia on the trans-Siberian train.

I have explored black culture this year after hearing my hero David Olusoga’s talk at Hay about his book “Black and British” about the under-recognised contribution black people have made to British history. I saw the play the” Secret Lives of Baba Segi’s Wives” (at The Arcola) by Lola Shoneyin, about a Nigerian man who takes more wives to mask his infertility whilst they find their own solutions. The audience included appreciative Nigerians enjoying the tale and the music and ready to dance.  The novel “Stay with me” captures the devastating effect infertility has on families and the lies that are told to mask it, by Ayobami Adebayo a 30 yr old Nigerian writer. 

My friend Iain Reddish died rapidly from bladder cancer in February. We were friends for 25 years, having met canvassing for the Labour party in Islington in 1992. He moved to Amsterdam and I visited him there often, also enjoying reconnecting with my Dutch roots. He was my first stop for political analysis and reflection. He had a humanist funeral In Holland with people speaking briefly about this colourful, warm, thoughtful man who wore amazing clothes.  I wrote an obituary, with friends, published in The Guardian on Apr 20th.  His ex-partner (Alesha) and a Dutch resident had euthanasia in June and escaped a debilitating neurological illness. He is the second of my friends to die in Holland from euthanasia and in both cases it given them peaceful final days and they said goodbye to family and friends.  

Using my mother’s house in Brecon for hosting people has been a pleasure.  I love showing people around Brecon, walking in the Beacons and sharing good food beside the River Wye.  During the Hay Literary festival I had many guests including Julia and Steph from Paris, We heard Ben Zephaniah give a wonderful account of his life.   Neil Young looks after the garden. I shall make the house more mine with my own pictures and furnishings.

Gardening in the community project in Arlington square connects me with my neighbours.  The trees there had fine red autumnal colours. I have a new gardening project to nuture and improve, Union Square, the square closest to my home. It is smaller and has visitors with dogs and the beds lack colour.  We are now official and the Friends of Union Square and will be gardening there.

I enjoyed celebrating 70 years of the NHS and I took cakes from the Labour party to my local practice and the HTD. I worked for the NHS for 37 years, over half of its life.  I fear for the next 35 years. It is in a fragile state. The Owen Sheers poem about the NHS had scenes from Wales including Nevill Hall hospital, Abergavenny, captured the uniqueness of the institution and how important it is to ensure that it lasts another 70 years. The effects of 8 years of austerity are visible with poor social provision and rising homelessness. I despair over Brexit and the many ways it will harm the country.  I am frustrated by Jeremy Corbyn’s failure to give a clear opposition voice against Brexit. I was energized by the Anti-Brexit march, 700 000 people marched peaceably and good naturedly through central London. 

Cultural Highlights included hearing “The Rape of Lucretia” by Britten at the Arcola theatre, and seeing the play “ The Jungle “ about life in the camp at Calais which I saw with my cousin Jane and nephew Matthew. This highlighted the survivors tales of people living in the camp.  I had excellent weekends away with friends, enjoying concerts at Snape Maltings  and eating lobster in Suffolk with Rita. Irene Allen and I found the leprosy museum in Bergen with its pictures of 19 century patents very moving. I was walking in Haut Savoie with Les and Vera when France won the World cup ad shared French joy. I explored a volcanic lake in Tanzania with Saba.

Enjoy the Solstice and may 2019 be a good year.
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/apr/15/iain-reddish-obituary