15/09/2025
This weekend I attended the 35th annual conference of the World Federation of Jewish Holocaust Survivors & Descendants in Paris. Although I am not Jewish, I felt genuinely welcomed by this special community of survivors and their families.
One of my future authors, MiryamSas from Berkeley attended with several of her family members, and I was glad to spend time with her. I also enjoyed an early-morning meeting with future author, psychiatrist Michelle Friedman from New York, who was coincidentally hiking with her husband in Normandy and Brittany. It was very nice to meet Ruth Landy in person, see F***y Bernstein, with whom I worked on my first Holocaust book, a lovely group from the Bay area, Rabbi Joseph P***k, Gloria Silver from London, Gabriella Meros from Germany, and representatives from organisations of the USHMM, 2NJ, 3GNY, generation2generation, the JDC, Kindertransort, Holocaust Museum LA.
The conference brought together 283 participants, including Dutch delegates such as Max Arpels Lezer, the Federationâs President. I was struck by the surprisingly large number of survivors, many of them from Paris.
The 20 books from my authors met with a lot of interest by the attendees. As always, when people see the name Amsterdam Publishers, they assume I am a publisher of Dutch books. Invariably they are surprised to find out that all books are released in English, and if successful, they are translated into other modern languages.
It was an honor to present a seminar during this gathering together with Debra Barnes of AJR - The Association of Jewish Refugees and Philippe Weyl of FMS.
There were some excellent talks. I especially enjoyed a presentation by Anna Bikont about the fate of Polish Jews immediately after the Holocaust, based on an exhibition she co-organized at the POLIN museum in Warsaw.
I had a bit of spare time as well, so I rented a bicycle and made a special stop: I brought The Courtyard â the recently published memoir by Benjamin Parket and Alexa Morris â back to where it belongs at 5 rue de Charonne in Paris. During WWII, nine-year-old Bernard (as Benjamin was then called) left the courtyard each day to fetch food for his Polish-Jewish family in hiding. It was moving to place the book at the very spot where the Parket family survived thanks to Benjaminâs bravery and the kindness of his Parisian neighbors in the courtyard. And, of course, I visited the MĂ©morial de la Shoah, which bookshop houses an excellent collection of French Holocaust literature, mostly testimonies.
The conference is not finished yet, but I had to go home early. I return back to the office inspired and grateful to the committee for creating such a memorable program.
Back to work again now!