A MEMORY FROM THE ECHO OF A NOISE
My mother Helga Bassel arrived in Cape Town from Berlin in 1937.
I have a copy of the letter she wrote in 1948 to her best friend in Germany who had survived the war.
“I am sitting in De Waal Park in Cape Town. It is a beautiful sunny day. Table Mountain towers over us all. My little boy Pieter is now three and is playing with the dachshund in the grass. I am sitting on a bench that carries a sign: Whites Only/Slegs Blankes. How did I get here from a place that said No Jews/Juden Raus?”
I never knew that woman. She died before I had the courage to ask.