In 1991, the Jewish Museum accepted my request to hold an exhibition in Japan. However, they said it would be difficult to lend me the original drawings. Although I was puzzled at first, I was convinced when I saw the actual drawings—they were quite damaged.
Even at that time, the pictures had been drawn more than 40 years before. Although they told me that there were only a few drawings on drawing paper, I was surprised by the poor quality of the paper. In the early 1940s, Czechoslovakia was already under Nazi control; discrimination against Jews had begun, and children were being expelled from the schools they had attended. Even bread and vegetables were not freely available, and even if there was drawing paper in the stationery store, Jewish children could not buy it. Even so, when they were sent to Terezín, some of the children may have brought the drawing paper that they had previously stored away for some time.
The day Friedl received her summon to the Ghetto, she packed her trunk with all the paper, paints, and crayons she had at home.
There was never enough paper for drawing classes. The adults in the Ghetto picked up papers and letters that had been thrown in a trash can in the German military office; they picked up envelopes of letters, wrapping paper, boxes that used to contain chocolates and cookies sent to German soldiers, and anything else they could find, stretching the paper’s wrinkles and entrusting it to Friedl. The pictures were drawn on such poor-quality paper. Many of them were so damaged that they could not be moved and could not be brought back to Japan.
Thus, I decided to have the drawings photographed. At that time, film cameras were used, rather than today’s digital cameras. “In Czechoslovakia, it is very difficult to get film. If you bring me some film from Japan, competent photographers will take pictures for you.”
After handing over a large amount of film and requesting 150 shots, I returned to Japan. The next morning, I took out the newspapers and flyers that had accumulated in the mailbox of my apartment and was surprised by paper’s weight and beauty. Paper that I usually threw away without a second thought. If only there had been such paper back then…