Artus Braekeveldt

Three Lives Artus Braekeveldt

A Jewish boy, a soldier of the Waffen-SS and an old man in Buenos Aires.
What ties their lives together?
What difficult choices did they make?
What sins did they commit?
A story of regret and redemption. A dark shape moves at the edge of my vision as I sit at a café on the streets of Buenos Aires, Argentina, one of the few countries where a person like me can spend his last days on this earth with a measure of peace.
I don't need to turn around. I don't need to look at you to know, you have found me. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, since I was born, actually.
You sit and ask me my name.
Yes, I am Andrés Campolibre, but that is not my true name; that is my Spanish name. Neither am I André Vandervelde; that is my Flemish name. No, my true name is Andrey Shabsfeld. That is my Jewish name.
These are not all the names I have gone by, but they will give you an insight into my life and that is something which few people receive.
This is my story.