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"The summer of 1945 was strange. Never has the sun shone so often and so hot. The roses have never bloomed so brightly and smelled so sweetly in Rosengården." |
The housewife of Sigtuna Stiftelsen, Ellen Sundberg describes the day* when the survivors from Bergen-Belsen arrived in Sigtuna:
"When the first stretchers with emaciated human remains were carried up the stairs from the (white**) buses to the cafeteria, school halls, and all sorts of spaces, the crying felt like a lump in the throat. After all, they were children, as if nothing had been done, young people belonging to a despised race. What was the point of putting them in concentration camps? Slender white hands lay on the blankets, big black eyes looked at us questioningly, mouths that had stopped smiling faces marked by tuberculosis, emaciated and starved. It was women who came to us, the sickest. The summer of 1945 was strange. Never has the sun shone so often and so hot. The roses have never bloomed so brightly and smelled so sweetly in Rosengården. The fountain ripples, and the swallows fly as fast as arrows. In the arcades, there is a bed next to a bed."
* July 1, 1945.
** Buses were not "white"!