Room 47 – Where German doctors made Soviet prisoners regret being born.

In 1947, I went to Nuremberg as a witness at the Doctors’ Trial. I limped to the witness stand and showed the judges my mutilated legs. My voice was trembling, but I described each procedure.

I died at 71 in a modest Moscow apartment. My legs still ached in the cold, a stark reminder that survival doesn’t mean unscathed. Room 47 was just one of countless places where humanity was systematically annihilated. We die a second time when our stories are forgotten or when the Holocaust is denied.

To those who hear these words, my final wish is this: do not let our stories be forgotten. Remember room 47. Remember the fragility of humanity. My name is Ekaterina Volkova. This is my testimony. Do not forget.