When most people think of the Holocaust diary of a Dutch Jew, they think of Anne Frank. But she was not alone. Yoshua Tolle describes his recent visit to the Vught concentration camp in the southern Netherlands, and the chronicle kept there by a young poet and translator by the name of David Koker:
Published to acclaim in 1977 as Dagboek geschreven in Vught (“Diary Written in Vught”), his account is marked by almost novelistic observation and startling insights made in the moment. . . . When he is not watching history strut before him in the shape of a man, Koker is busy falling in (unreciprocated) love with a girl in the camp. Other entries depict the beauties of the surrounding country. . . . Nearly 80 years later, you can look out the window of a bus from Den Bosch at some of the same verdant landscape.
The year of reflections he was able to get smuggled out to his friends in Amsterdam (the last six months were lost) makes for bracing reading as much for the moments of apparent contentment as for the scenes of deportation and casual sadism.
Koker froze to death in February 1945 on a sick transport to Dachau. Buried in a mass grave, his remains were never identified.
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