Twin stories link Holocaust and Syrian refugees in UNICEF video
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'With alternated sentences from each, Harry and Ahmed's personal stories became one'

Twin stories link Holocaust and Syrian refugees in UNICEF video

Despite spanning regions and generations, when told side by side, the ordeals of 'Ahmed' and Rabbi Harry Jacobi are hauntingly similar

LONDON — Heinz Hirschberg was 13 years old when he made the first of two escapes from the Nazis. And Syrian-born Ahmed, whose surname we do not know, was around 10 or 11 when he fled his native land.

80 years separate the terrible experiences of the pair, but in an extraordinary video made for UNICEF (the United Nations International Children’s Fund), they are united, side-by-side, to remind the world about the plight of refugees.

Hirschberg, 92, changed his name to Harry Jacobi in 1948 and became a Liberal rabbi in Britain. He was found for the film through the Association of Jewish Refugees, with which he has long been associated. Today Ahmed lives in Sweden, and in a depressing irony was refused permission to enter the UK last November for the UNICEF filming.

Instead, as Jacobi says, the film was made in his birthplace, Berlin, “and gave me a good excuse to go back, meet friends, and see the stolpersteine (memorial stones) outside where I had lived with my parents and grandparents.”

UNICEF worked with a creative agency, 180 Amsterdam, and Smuggler, a production company, to find Harry and Ahmed.

“The film hinged on powerful storytelling, so it was vital that the team worked with two people who were willing to share real, personal experiences that bore staggering parallels, just as Ahmed and Harry’s did,” a spokesman for 180 Amsterdam tells The Times of Israel.

“They were filmed individually, telling their own stories in their own words. Both had sadly been through very similar experiences — from leaving their mothers, to fleeing on a boat, to the harrowing wait for what was to happen next. With alternated sentences from each, and told side by side, Harry and Ahmed’s personal stories became one story — and a stark reminder of the devastating crisis still facing child refugees today.”

What is remarkable about the film is the similarity of the experiences, something made more poignant by the accompanying scenes of devastation and terror in Nazi Germany and war-torn Syria.

“People were screaming,” says Ahmed, but that could easily have been Jacobi’s memory.

Ahmed and his brother fled the killing and slept in streets, fields and parks, and first escaped to Egypt.

In October 1938, Jacobi had his bar mitzvah — the last to take place in Berlin’s Friedenstempel before its total destruction on Kristallnacht — and left Germany for Holland in February 1939.

Kristallnacht destruction in Magdeburg, Germany, November 1938. (German Federal Archive/Wikipedia Commons)
Kristallnacht destruction in Magdeburg, Germany, November 1938. (German Federal Archive/Wikipedia Commons)

“My parents were very assimilated,” he says, and owes the fact that he was bar mitzvahed at all to his maternal grandfather, with whom he would go to synagogue on Shabbat.

‘The impression will always remain with me and explain how ordinary people can be wound up to senseless frenzy’

Jacobi’s parents had divorced when he was five years old and he lived with his mother and grandparents. The family lived on the third floor of a large Berlin house whose balcony overlooked the main road leading to the Olympic Stadium, and one of his earliest memories was seeing Hitler en route to the opening ceremony in the summer of 1936.

“The adulation and jubilation of the crowd were overwhelming. The impression will always remain with me and explain how ordinary people can be wound up to senseless frenzy,” says Jacobi.

In this August 2, 1936 photo, Adolf Hitler and Hermann Goering are seen watching events at the Olympics in Berlin. (AP)
In this August 2, 1936 photo, Adolf Hitler and Hermann Goering are seen watching events at the Olympics in Berlin. (AP)

“My father used to say, ‘I fought for the Fatherland in the First World War, I have the Iron Cross, they won’t touch me.’ To tell you the truth I think he was more proud of being German than being a Jew.”

But his father was among 10,000 Jewish men rounded up and sent to Sachsenhausen concentration camp on Kristallnacht, and on his release three weeks later, “he looked about 70, though he was only 50 years old then.”

Jacobi’s uncle had presciently left Berlin in 1934 for Amsterdam.

“My uncle saved my life,” he says, by getting permission for the boy to enter Holland.

Refugee children playing near a tent painted with the slogan 'We want go to Germany' in Idomeni refugee camp on May 1, 2016 (Photo Credit: Gili Yaari / Flash90)
Refugee children playing near a tent painted with the slogan ‘We want go to Germany’ in Idomeni refugee camp on May 1, 2016 (Photo Credit: Gili Yaari / Flash90)

For the first two months after his arrival in Holland, the Jewish teenager was kept in a refugee camp “where conditions were so bad that diphtheria broke out, from which I nearly died.”

Eventually the local Jewish community transferred the young refugees to an old orphanage in Amsterdam and there Heinz resumed his education at an ORT school, until it was time to leave again when the Nazis invaded Holland in May 1940.

“Five days after the invasion,” Jacobi remembered, “a non-Jewish woman [Geertruida Wijsmuller-Meijer, who was subsequently honored by Yad Vashem] hired buses and took us children to the Dutch port of IJmuiden. She persuaded the captain of an 8,000 ton cargo boat to take us on board and sail away. Two hours after embarkation, the Dutch capitulated to the Nazis.”

This file photo taken on May 24, 2016 shows refugees waiting on a rubber boat to be rescued during an operation at sea. (Doctors without Borders), on May 24, 2016. (AFP PHOTO / GABRIEL BOUYS)
This file photo taken on May 24, 2016 shows refugees waiting on a rubber boat to be rescued during an operation at sea. (AFP PHOTO / GABRIEL BOUYS)

It took five days at sea before the children landed in Liverpool, refugees once more. On the UNICEF film Jacobi recalls how “planes flew over us and gunned our boat. I dived and hid under a raft. I was never more scared in my whole life.”

And seated next to him, Ahmed says: “Then the men [smugglers] came and put us into a small boat. It was meant for two or three, but we were 12 [people]. At any time it could flip. It was dark. I couldn’t find my brother. I started screaming, ‘Bashar, Bashar!’”

After 10 days at sea, Ahmed finally arrived in Sweden, where he had an older brother. This brother, and his wife, accompanied Ahmed to the filming of the UNICEF video in Berlin.

Middle Eastern refugees dance at an Eid al-Fitr celebration at a Berlin shelter, July 2016. (Hillel Zand)
Middle Eastern refugees dance at an Eid al-Fitr celebration at a Berlin shelter, July 2016. (Hillel Zand)

Right at the end of the film, Ahmed, older and wiser beyond his years, turns to Jacobi and gives him a look so complicit in understanding that it makes the hairs rise on one’s neck.

“I know exactly what you’re talking about,” the look says, “I went through it too.”

And it’s all the more poignant for being almost certainly the first time that this young Syrian boy had ever met a Jew, much less sat next to one to recount a shared experience.

Jacobi knows all about hating the other.

British soldiers in line for tea at NAFFI Mobile Canteen No. 750 at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, Germany, 16 July, 1945 (photo credit: Imperial War Museum)
British soldiers in line for tea at NAFFI Mobile Canteen No. 750 at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, Germany, 16 July, 1945 (photo credit: Imperial War Museum)

“I began to hate the Germans immediately after the war,” he says. “None of them admitted guilt or knowledge. But then I went back in 1958 and I became reconciled, in the footsteps of my teacher, [Rabbi] Leo Baeck.”

At 92, and with two of his three children ordained as Liberal rabbis (Margaret and Richard), Rabbi Jacobi is amused at what his parents would have thought of the path he took in life. But he and Ahmed have come to the same conclusion.

“I was one of the lucky ones,” they say.

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