A Toy Monkey That Escaped Nazi Germany And Reunited A Family Gert Berliner packed a stuffed monkey when he fled the Nazis as a child. He kept the toy for more than a half century before donating it to a museum, an act that led to a remarkable discovery.
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A Toy Monkey That Escaped Nazi Germany And Reunited A Family

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A Toy Monkey That Escaped Nazi Germany And Reunited A Family

A Toy Monkey That Escaped Nazi Germany And Reunited A Family

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Gert Berliner packed this toy monkey in a suitcase when he fled for his life nearly 80 years ago. It's now part of the collection at the Jewish Museum Berlin. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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Gert Berliner packed this toy monkey in a suitcase when he fled for his life nearly 80 years ago. It's now part of the collection at the Jewish Museum Berlin.

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The monkey's fur is worn away. It's nearly a century old. A well-loved toy, it is barely 4 inches tall. It was packed away for long voyages, on an escape from Nazi Germany, to Sweden and America. And now, it's the key to a discovery that transformed my family.

The monkey belonged to my father, Gert Berliner, who as a boy in Berlin in the 1930s rode his bicycle around the city. Clipped to the handlebars was the toy monkey.

"I liked him," recalls my dad, who is now 94. "He was like a good luck piece."

Gert Berliner, 94, tied the little stuffed monkey to his bicycle when he was a child in Berlin. Claire Harbage/NPR hide caption

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Gert Berliner, 94, tied the little stuffed monkey to his bicycle when he was a child in Berlin.

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"Night of the Broken Glass"

In pictures from his young days in Berlin, my father looks confident, a tad rebellious with a wry smile. But his life was about to be eviscerated. The Gestapo would steadily crush every aspect of Jewish life in the city.

It exploded in a wave of violence — in November 1938 — on Kristallnacht, the "Night of the Broken Glass." Jewish shops, schools and homes were smashed and burned by German civilians and Nazi storm troopers. Thousands of innocent Jewish men were rounded up.

Gert Berliner's Jewish identity card was issued by the Third Reich in 1939. He escaped the Nazi death camps because his parents, Paul and Sophie Berliner, got him on a Kindertransport, a children's rescue train, to Sweden in 1939. His parents were sent to Auschwitz in 1943. They were murdered there. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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Gert Berliner's Jewish identity card was issued by the Third Reich in 1939. He escaped the Nazi death camps because his parents, Paul and Sophie Berliner, got him on a Kindertransport, a children's rescue train, to Sweden in 1939. His parents were sent to Auschwitz in 1943. They were murdered there.

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"I do remember," my father recalls. "I went out on the street ... a lot of glass; you heard fire sirens; synagogues were set on fire."

You could breathe

Escape routes from Germany vanished. One that existed was for children, the Kindertransport. Jewish and Quaker organizations led a rescue effort, a kind of Underground Railroad, to help save children from the Nazis. Thousands of children were sent on trains, often placed with foster families. But there were no takers for their parents. The children had to go by themselves, alone. Mostly to England. My father's destination: Sweden.

In 1939, at the age of 14, he had to say goodbye to his parents, Paul and Sophie Berliner. He boarded the train in Berlin, bound for the city of Kalmar, on the Baltic Coast. He had a small bag and there wasn't much he could bring. But stashed away in his suitcase was the toy monkey, his talisman.

Uri Berliner emerges from the Berlin subway. He came to the city to research his father's and his grandparents' lives, and to finally see his dad's toy monkey for himself. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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Uri Berliner emerges from the Berlin subway. He came to the city to research his father's and his grandparents' lives, and to finally see his dad's toy monkey for himself.

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The monkey wasn't useful. But he took it with him anyway. He was worried, fearful about his parents. But he had reached shelter, taken in by a generous, kind family. My dad's first impression of Sweden was the air. Free from the violence of Berlin, he could exhale. "Suddenly you could breathe," he recalled. "It was like the air was different."

A great loss and a new life

But his parents' fate remained uncertain. Eventually their letters stopped coming. Paul and Sophie Berliner were captured by the Gestapo and sent to Auschwitz on a train, Transport 38, on May 17, 1943. They were murdered there.

After the war, my father moved to the United States. He left Sweden for New York as a young man of 22. He was an orphan. He had no siblings and he was alone. Again, he picked the toy monkey to come with him. But by now it was something different: the most tangible connection to his childhood, to a fleeting moment of innocence.

The monkey has traveled far and wide: from Berlin to Sweden, with long periods in New York and stints in Italy and New Mexico before finally winding up in Berlin again. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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The monkey has traveled far and wide: from Berlin to Sweden, with long periods in New York and stints in Italy and New Mexico before finally winding up in Berlin again.

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My dad has lived mostly in New York, working as a photographer and artist, with stints in New Mexico and Italy. And for more than half a century, his toy monkey went with him. But it lived in drawers, existing only in a private space, so private that I never even knew about his childhood toy, and all that it symbolized.

It was just one of the many things I didn't know about my father's past.

Throughout my childhood and well into my adult years, we rarely discussed what he'd been through, the murder of his parents, how alone he must have felt as a young refugee. How it affected his life, our relationship. He was a distant father. And I was a distant son, much of our time together beset by halting, uncomfortable silences.

In 1939, at the age of 14, Gert had to say goodbye to his parents, Paul and Sophie Berliner. Courtesy of Gert Berliner hide caption

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In 1939, at the age of 14, Gert had to say goodbye to his parents, Paul and Sophie Berliner.

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What I did know is that our family — on the Berliner side — was very small. There were just three Berliners: my dad, me and my son, Ben. At least that's what we thought.

And then two things happened — with the toy monkey at the center of both events.

Journey to the museum

In 2003, an archivist from the Jewish Museum Berlin named Aubrey Pomerance visited my dad at his apartment in Manhattan. My dad had met Aubrey before and liked him. This time, Aubrey was there to ask a favor. Did my father have something from when he was a Jewish child living in Nazi Germany? Something that visitors to the museum could relate to personally?

Aubrey Pomerance, director of archives at the Jewish Museum Berlin, asked Gert if he could donate a personal item to the museum. Gert was torn about donating his toy monkey but eventually decided that it should go back out into the world where it would do more good as a little ambassador to history. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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Aubrey Pomerance, director of archives at the Jewish Museum Berlin, asked Gert if he could donate a personal item to the museum. Gert was torn about donating his toy monkey but eventually decided that it should go back out into the world where it would do more good as a little ambassador to history.

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My dad was torn. His wife, Frances, didn't want him to part with the monkey. She had a good point. It was the most intimate object he had left from his childhood. But eventually he decided that the toy monkey should go back out into the world where it would do more good as a little ambassador to history.

And so the monkey returned to Berlin, this time living in a museum, not on a young boy's bicycle. Aubrey said it is likely that millions of visitors have seen the nameless monkey in various exhibits at the museum over the years and been exposed to my father's story.

Aubrey Pomerance walks with Uri to the archives across the street from the Jewish museum. Jacobia Dahm for NPR hide caption

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Aubrey Pomerance walks with Uri to the archives across the street from the Jewish museum.

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One of those visitors was Erika Pettersson. In 2015, she was at the museum with her boyfriend, Joachim. At one point Erika wandered to an exhibit with images about the lives of Jewish children during the Nazi years. It had some wooden boxes with lids you could lift to learn about the kids.

She opened one of them. It was the only one she opened. "And there was this toy monkey and a picture of a small kid, a Jewish kid named Gert Berliner," she recalled. "And I thought, that's a coincidence. My mom's name is Berliner."

Erika Pettersson (left) and her mother, Agneta Berliner. Erika visited the museum and saw an exhibit with the monkey donated by Gert Berliner. She noticed that her mother has the same last name. Erika and Agneta are Swedish, and they had a family connection to Germany and Berlin. Nanna Navntoft for NPR hide caption

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Erika Pettersson (left) and her mother, Agneta Berliner. Erika visited the museum and saw an exhibit with the monkey donated by Gert Berliner. She noticed that her mother has the same last name. Erika and Agneta are Swedish, and they had a family connection to Germany and Berlin.

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Erika didn't think that much about it. But her mother, Agneta Berliner, did. Erika and Agneta are Swedish. And they had a family connection to Germany and Berlin. Agneta couldn't get it out of her mind. She went online and found that my father has a website with his photography.

"And there was an email address," she said. "I was hesitating a bit because I thought maybe this is just a stranger. But then I was so curious. I sent an email and said, 'Could it be that we are relatives?' "

Uri Berliner, Erika Pettersson and Agneta Berliner call Uri's dad, Gert Berliner. Uri visited Erika and Agneta in Sweden after learning they were related. Nanna Navntoft for NPR hide caption

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Uri Berliner, Erika Pettersson and Agneta Berliner call Uri's dad, Gert Berliner. Uri visited Erika and Agneta in Sweden after learning they were related.

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My dad read the message and it led to a call. "Suddenly because of the monkey, I have a phone call, somebody in Sweden of all places, saying, well I think you're my cousin."

The monkey did its job

Agneta Berliner and her sister, Suzanne Berliner, and Suzanne's son Daniel arranged to meet my dad when he was in Berlin at an opening exhibit of his photography.

And so it all came together.

How we weren't only three Berliners.

It turns out that my father's dad, Paul Berliner, had a brother named Carl. Carl Berliner had two sons and Carl sent them to Sweden for safety, too. But they didn't get out of Germany on the Kindertransport. They were sent to work on isolated farms deep in the Swedish countryside. Those boys were my dad's cousins. But they had lost touch with each other.

(Left) Agneta Berliner's father was Gert Berliner's cousin. (Right) Erika Pettersson's daughter says cheers and everyone around the table salutes her while celebrating Sweden's solstice holiday — Midsummer Eve. Nanna Navntoft for NPR hide caption

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(Left) Agneta Berliner's father was Gert Berliner's cousin. (Right) Erika Pettersson's daughter says cheers and everyone around the table salutes her while celebrating Sweden's solstice holiday — Midsummer Eve.

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Now, some 80 years later, a bond has been re-established with the help of a tattered toy monkey. This summer, I traveled to Sweden to meet my newfound relatives and to retrace my father's steps. I met Agneta and her family on Sweden's solstice holiday — Midsummer Eve, and we celebrated together with a traditional Swedish feast lasting well into the evening. The famous meatballs, salmon, toasts with schnapps and a beautiful cake with more strawberries than I'd ever seen in my life. Even though we had just met it felt good to be around my newfound relatives. To be part of a larger family — a family that hasn't just survived, but has grown and thrived.

Uri Berliner, Agneta Berliner and Erika Pettersson walk near Agneta's house. "Even though we had just met it felt good to be around my newfound relatives," Uri says. Nanna Navntoft for NPR hide caption

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Uri Berliner, Agneta Berliner and Erika Pettersson walk near Agneta's house. "Even though we had just met it felt good to be around my newfound relatives," Uri says.

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My dad didn't make the trip. So we called him in New York — Erika, Agneta and me all on speaker, filling him in our visit. It was a bittersweet call. At 94, my dad doesn't get out much. He's alone a lot in the apartment with time to reflect.

"You get old," he says. "I walk around with a cane, shaky. You have time. You sit in a chair, an easy chair and start thinking about your past, what happened."

What happened to his parents, to him and our family is still hard to absorb. But one little thing from the past also delivered a big surprise. My father packed that monkey in a suitcase when he fled for his life nearly 80 years ago.

It turned out he had to give up that treasured piece of his history to discover something new about the past. "It's a gift," he says. "In my old age, I have discovered I have a family."

Two couples sheltered Uri Berliner's family when the Nazis came to power. One thrived; the other paid a terrible price. Read that story.

Music for the audio version of this story was composed by Nicholas DePrey.