By Annemarie Quill (in The Bay of Plenty Times)…
At seven years old one of Bob Narev’s earliest memories was seeing blood spurting from his father’s nose when a Nazi officer smacked him across the face with a gun.
It was Frankfurt, 1942.
Bob and his father, Erich, a schoolteacher and mother, Gertrud, an opera singer, were waiting on the platform in line with other local Jews to be taken by train to a concentration camp.
Their possessions were hastily packed into suitcases, with no space for Bob’s toys or even a teddy bear.
“I remember a Nazi in uniform asking my father if he had money, and he said no. But they found a small coin in his pocket he had forgotten about and struck him violently across the face.”
It was the beginning of years of horror for the young child and his parents.
“And for hundreds of thousands like us.”