Ludy Hoogvorst *1941
I was together with my mother at the Dam. I had to run on the hand of my mother when the shots fell. I saw a boy, crying, bending over his sister, she was hit and lay on the ground. Many adults were crying, I had never seen that before and it made a deep impression on me. I asked my mother why this people cried. My mother said:”That are Jewish people, they were into hiding and came out to soon”.
My memory is letting me down, I was only 4 years old. The crying adults was the most impressive. After the running, my mother and I took shelter in a stairwell, amongst a lot of other crying people. I thought it was at the Nieuwendijk, but I’m not sure of that.
The strangeness of this all, nobody spoke about it. I can still picture it in my mind.