To Dust

It was as if the stars had fallen from their hanging perches in the sky that evening. It was as if they had shattered into a thousand minute shards upon impact, littering the pavement with a fine blanket of diamonds shimmering in the low moonlight. When dawn rose and the bleak November sun cast a watery glow on the destruction wrought that evening, the streets fell silent.

For the Jewish community of Essen, Kristallnacht was the beginning of the end. The emptying of homes and businesses by the Sturmabteilung followed on seamlessly from the chaos, and the yellow star sewn onto the overcoats of the inhabitants was a target that signified a fate worse than death.