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King Charles ‘deeply saddened’ over ‘great loss’ as he pays emotional tribute

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King Charles has paid a heartfelt tribute to Holocaust survivor Manfred Goldberg, who has died aged 95.

Manfred, who was born in Kassel, Germany, met the King at Buckingham Palace earlier this year. His death marks the passing of a remarkable man whose life embodied resilience, courage, and a lifelong commitment to Holocaust remembrance.

Born in 1929, Manfred was deported by the Nazis to the Riga Ghetto in Latvia at the age of 11, alongside his mother Rosa and younger brother Herman. In August 1944, as the Red Army advanced, the family was transferred to the Stutthof concentration camp near Gdansk, Poland.

He spent eight months as a slave laborer in Stutthof and its subcamps, Stolp and Burggraben, where tens of thousands of Jews were murdered. When British forces liberated the camps in May 1945, Manfred was just 15 years old.

In 1946, he and his mother moved to the UK, where they reunited with his father, Baruch, who had escaped Europe before the war began. After learning English, Manfred studied engineering and built a life devoted to education and remembrance.

In 2018, he returned to Germany to lay a memorial stone for his brother Herman, who was murdered in the Holocaust. Manfred went on to marry and raise four children, later becoming a grandfather and great-grandfather.

Earlier this year, he met King Charles at Buckingham Palace for Holocaust Memorial Day. In September, he was made an MBE by the King for his services to Holocaust education and remembrance.

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