From #Dresden with #Love #Peace #Forgiveness and #Reconciliation: how a #Firestorm became #Art with #Meaning


This is essential reading for all interested in promoting love, peace and reconciliation.

Sabine K McNeill

16 01 22 Dresden GlassIf this is not a miracle, what is? SAM_0779

My long standing ‘networking friend’ Barbara had talked to me about this amazing story and yesterday I picked up her package in our Sorting Office. It cannot but make me cry.

How often do I imagine what my mum had told me?

Born in 1922, she had gone to a boarding school in Dresden and loved the museums and theatres there. Hence her father advised her in February 1945 to take me (born in September 1944) and go to stay with her former landlady. That was the last time she saw her father who knew that ‘the Russians’ were coming to Silesia, where my mum’s heart and soul always remained, despite her changing cooking places over 40 times on her odyssey as a refugee…

My mum was 22 when Dresden was bombarded and her landlady’s house was the only one left in the whole…

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