My dear doll Gerta,
“...I am leaving you with a heavy heart. Maybe you’ll be able to tell the people of today, and particularly the children, what you saw and where you were with me – a sad story, but also a cheerful one, because I survived . . . Dear Gerta, you will be the last witness of a dreadful childhood. May no child anywhere go through anything like that again . . . Maybe some day I’ll come to visit you; after all, the only grave I have for my father and grandparents is Yad Vashem. And perhaps my children and grandchildren will come, and then you won’t be alone there!Maybe you’ll meet toys and dolls that were in worse places, but survived all the same. My dear doll! Today you have become an inseparable part of my people, which has risen from fire and ashes like a phoenix.
You will always be in my heart.
Eva "
Éva Modvál-Haimovich in her home in Ramat Gan when she donated her doll Gerta, August 1998
