My mom was born in Dresden, her sister, Aunt Dorle survived the Dresden Holocaust. We lived not that far away, and sometime in January 1945 my older sister and I were send to visit Aunt (I do not remember the date, my sister has passed away, may she RIP). Anyway, Aunt Dorle proudly took us on tours of her beloved Dresden, I remember some of it. She was however quite distraught about all the refugees having invaded her city, Dresdner’s believing that they were special, living in Florence on the Elbe. Looking out the window from her apartment, and that I remember well, carriages on carriages, parked half-way on the sidewalk to leave room for the street car. Refugees wherever one looked, camped in the parks, Auntie having fits. And scum like Kellerhoff tell me that we know only 25,000 were killed when no one knows exactly how many people were in Dresden at that time. In 1952 another visit to Auntie, I had enrolled in a beekeepers seminar. My aunties old place of residence [was] still a pile of rubble, in fact, rubble everywhere. It was hard to believe anyone survived, not many did. The pox on the Kellerhoff’s of this world.
- Wilfried Heink, CODOH Forum, topic: "How To Teach, Discuss, & Discover Revisionist History", 2015