Day 174 - The pull of the polders - just because...

AND SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE - MY DAD'S BLOG IS INCREASING AT A STEADY AND SLOW PLACE

The Pull of the Poulders

An echo of the hope of the medieval Low Country emigrants to German lands is captured in the text of an old Flemish ballad:

“Naer Oostland willen wy ryden,

Naer Oostland willen wy mee,

Al over die groene heiden,

Frisch over die heiden.

Daer isser een betere stee

Als wy binnen

Oostland komen

Al onder dat hooge huis,

Daer worden wy binnen gelaten,

Frisch over die heiden;

Zy heeten ons willekom zyn.”[xix]

Day 171 - We are free...Dad

Day 170 - Dad - way to go - many people from all over the world continue to read your blog....

Day 169 - Tell the world what happened to us please.....

My dad was given a message by some young children at Auschwitz from Lille to tell the world what happened to them!

My dad's memoir at www.fynaut.blogspot.ca - Flemish survivor of Auschwitz and Buchenwald concentration camps World War II.....

Day 168 - Way to go Belgium team and dad!

Kudos to my dad for living an adventurous and happy life - despite being faced with extreme circumstances!

Day 167 - My dad would be pleased that his team won today! Way to go Belgium!

Day 166 - Found my dad's last words May 26, 2014 - Here they are...Flemish survivor of Auschwitz, Buchenwald and Life ......

Very poignant for me!

Very likely his very last written words as he mentioned earlier in his draft that my daughter had just been born and he died 10 days after her birth. He survived Buchenwald and Auschwitz and I believe this had a big impact on his final outlook ....... and memoirs

August 1989

Page 229 - In his own words - no editing from me!

So here we go to another chapter in the table of imagination and fiction for the sake of preservation of the survivor.

A tribute to all my friends, far relatives and unknown people that will have to endure the ordeal of staying behind as there is no other land they want to be refugees in.....

So I returned back to Africa,  No dictators or tyrants could hold me.....

The Good Lord could release the imprisoned spirits better than I could without my help but what was the use if the wealth and knowledge was not spread by a poor medium like me.

Therefore I think it is up me to do it.  With the strength imbued in me I set out on this last voyage of ultimate success.

He left the door open......