Bullenhuser Damm School - Place of Execution

By Jürgen Ehlers

WARNING
This is not a children's book. Even though children are central to the story. In April 1945, 20 children were hanged at Bullenhuser Damm School in Hamburg. Who could do such a thing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Jan 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9783753402796

Jürgen Ehlers

Jürgen Ehlers wurde im Mai 1948 in Hamburg geboren. Er war als Geowissenschaftler beim Geologischen Landesamt Hamburg tätig und hat zahlreiche wissenschaftliche Aufsätze und mehrere Fachbücher zum Thema Eiszeit geschrieben. Im Jahre 1992 erschien seine erste veröffentlichte Kriminalerzählung. Für »Weltspartag in Hamminkeln« wurde Ehlers mit dem Friedrich-Glauser-Preis ausgezeichnet. Seit 2005 schreibt er historische Kriminalromane, die überwiegend auf echten Kriminalfällen beruhen. Im März 2019 erschien sein neuester historischer Kriminalroman »Im Haus der Lügen«. Im Januar 2020 folgte »Durch die kalte Nacht«, der dritte Band der Holland-Trilogie. Jürgen Ehlers ist Mitglied im Syndikat und in der Crime Writers' Association. Er lebt mit seiner Familie in einem Dorf unweit von Hamburg.

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Bullenhuser Damm School - Place of Execution

Bullenhuser Damm School - Place of Execution

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Bullenhuser Damm School - Place of Execution

There it was. The school. It still looked just the way he had remembered it. The sturdy building had survived the British air raids on Hamburg almost unscathed. Unlike the surrounding area. The districts of Rothenburgsort, Hammerbrook and Billbrook had been razed to the ground. When there was no longer need for a school, the SS had requisitioned the building. The last time Alfred Trzebinski had been here was in April 1945. So much had happened since then. The war was over. And now, five months later, life was almost back to normal.

Most of the time, Alfred did not think about what had happened here. The school stood empty. No one had repaired the damaged roof, but someone would surely do that soon. The sun was shining. And there was no trace of what had happened here in the spring. Still, Alfred hated the building. It looked like a barracks.

Alfred dismissed the thought. It was just a normal school. Like any other school. It