In the attic, Ries carefully steps into the hatch: left foot on a beam, right foot on the first step. There are two locks on the hatch to lock it from the inside. In the small room there are blankets with floral prints, covered in a layer of dust and sawdust. Cobwebs hang from the old beams. Ries sits in a corner against the wall, crouching on a faded blanket. A blanket that was also there eighty years ago. Ries: “You smell, you see, you feel what happened here.”
‘Special hiding place’ still looks exactly the same after 80 years
