ABSTRACT
In 1943 Rudolf Bloemgarten, awaiting execution in prison, wrote in a farewell note to a friend:
Today we had to compile our final menu, but my cellmates and I do not wish a deviation from the daily ration. You have no idea how united we are in everything and go to our execution full of confidence. We did what we had to do and are completely reconciled with death […] God is calling – we are waiting impatiently. 1
