23/12/2025
The GoFundMe for my book about the women of the last transport got off to a flying start, but has now settled in a more quiet corner of the internet. The work, however, continues. In recent weeks, I received a newly discovered diary written in (!) the camp, as well as seventeen interviews from a Holocaust archive in the United States. Each one is about three hours long.
Perhaps it helps to sketch out what the work on this book actually entailed…
I spent a dozen days at the National Archives in The Hague, half a dozen at the NIOD in Amsterdam, and twice I was allowed to spend a day sitting next to the archivist at the Westerbork Camp Memorial Center. I also visited the Jewish Knowledge Center, the Rotterdam City Archives, the Royal Library, and the Anne Frank House. In conducted field research in the Polish countryside for two weeks, and spent a week in Karlsruhe, Germany, near the Landesarchiv. A conservative estimate of the number of kilometers I traveled (always by public transport) is close to ten thousand.
I also transcribed several hundred pages from previously unpublished diaries. I had small but precious photographs scanned in high quality. I bought something from a metal detectorist in Lithuania that the women might have themselves made in captivity. I collected three shelves' full of books, sometimes small family publications whose value I could only appreciate through genealogical research.
This same kind of research, through the archives of the Central Bureau for Genealogy or the Ancestry database, allowed me to identify women who later changed their names as people who had been on the same train in 1944. Sometimes I found that they had been interviewed in their new home country, like America. In those cases, I contacted the archive holders and asked permission to listen to their recordings. In one case, I noted that the interviewee said she had slept back-to-back with Anne Frank in Auschwitz, and what she remembered of what the child said…
No, we didn't know this either, they assured me at the Anne Frank House. My systematic processing of every sigh uttered by the more than two hundred people in my research folder has begun to reveal connections that have gone unseen for eighty years.
Meanwhile, I've had the privilege of calling, visiting, or interviewing over one hundred and forty people in at least eight countries. I still maintain regular contact with most of them. If I come across their family member in the margins of someone else's papers, I immediately share it.
Most of it—there is one exception for which I am eternally grateful to the donors, but I'd like to leave private—I did with my own money, in my own time. Every hour and every cent went to this, the story of others. "Why do you do this?" I'm sometimes asked.
Because sometimes you have to dare to give all you have, I reply.
In de nacht van 5 september 1944 stopte een trein in Ausch… Kelvin Wilson needs your support for STEUN MIJN BOEK: "As. De vrouwen van het laatste transport"