When I moved to Frankfurt, my friend told me about the small gold stones placed in the sidewalk around the city.

They mark where Jews were taken from their homes during WWII.

I didn’t notice any for over a year.

During dad’s visit in June, we were walking back to my house, and I happened to look down.

There, in front of my next door neighbor’s house, was one of the gold markers.

It says that the man, who was 65, was taken to Buchenwald in 1938 and died there the same year.

I’ve been obsessed with this little stone since I found it. I have so many questions about my neighborhood and the people who lived here during the war.

I learned my house has shrapnel in the walls upstairs. I assumed my house had been rebuilt after the war, but apparently only the inside was renovated.

Since I saw the stone next door, I noticed 5 outside of another house while I was riding my bike. A family.

Constant reminders of what took place in this very neighborhood, not so long ago.