De Berg Blijft (The Mountain Will Stay)
My Dutch oma, grandmother, grew up lively on Indonesian island Java. Her life in Indonesia took a big turn, when she and the rest of my family was captured in a Japanese concentration camp from 1942 – 1945. Oma was 17 years back then.
The Ambarawa Mountain was a form of hope for my grandmother while she was in camp. She looked at the mountain everyday, knowing that whatever would happen, this mountain would stay there steady. I have always been fascinated by the strenght and resilience of my grandmother; despite the trauma’s she has been trough in the concentration camp in Java, she embraced life – and never saw herself as a victim.
My Dutch oma, grandmother, grew up lively on Indonesian island Java. Her life in Indonesia took a big turn, when she and the rest of my family was captured in a Japanese concentration camp from 1942 – 1945. Oma was 17 years back then.
The Ambarawa Mountain was a form of hope for my grandmother while she was in camp. She looked at the mountain everyday, knowing that whatever would happen, this mountain would stay there steady. I have always been fascinated by the strenght and resilience of my grandmother; despite the trauma’s she has been trough in the concentration camp in Java, she embraced life – and never saw herself as a victim.
