Born: June 16, 1930 Bardejov, Czechoslovakia
From Generation to Generation
The mountains were almost 3,000 metres high… We had to climb to the peaks, where it was frozen and slippery. One single misstep could mean certain death.
Born: July 21, 1932 Rokitno, Poland
Under the Yellow & Red Stars
I feel my brother’s hand, trembling but strong, grab onto mine. I hear his words, urging me to run, take hold of my body and move my legs. We run, his hand holding mine …to me it feels like freedom.
Born: July 17, 1942 Budapest, Hungary
...I was born during World War II, the horrors had not yet fully reached us.
Born: July 05, 1913 Brandýs nad Labem, Czechoslovakia
Knocking on Every Door
There was a feeling of imminent danger… we were all subject to the mad and ever-changing rules of Hitler’s Germany. We were desperate to find a safe haven.
Born: July 13, 1925 Lodz, Poland
Album of My Life
I am the daughter of nobody. I have no sisters. I am nobody’s granddaughter or daughter-in-law, aunt or cousin. Who am I? My past is all gone. It disappeared….
Anna Molnár Hegedűs
Born: August 02, 1897 Szatmár, Hungary
As the Lilacs Bloomed
Six months have passed since I arrived home. Six months full of hope, waiting, heart-gripping anxiety and dark despair.
Born: October 23, 1919 Mukačevo, Czechoslovakia
We Sang in Hushed Voices
In Auschwitz I was told that in two hours they could kill two thousand people…
Born: November 03, 1926 Lodz, Poland
Bits and Pieces
My family and I were in hiding. Suddenly I heard someone panting on the stairs … we didn’t breathe. Who was coming now?
Born: November 21, 1930 Nieśwież, Poland
If, By Miracle
I didn’t see anyone outside the pit, so I jumped out…. I had the feeling that my mother was running beside me and calling out to me, “Michael, run faster and don’t look back!"
Born: November 30, 1927 Chorzów, Poland
The Weight of Freedom
To avoid thinking I repeated the words “after the war.” The words stuck in my mind like a mantra. After the war. The words blended into the clang of the wheels. Will there ever be an end to the war? It did not seem possible. I could hardly remember when there was no war.
Born: April 24, 1935 Turka, Poland
The Violin / A Child’s Testimony
There was no room for standing or moving. When one person had to turn, all of us had to. The deeper we were inside the bunker, the less air we had.…We were not allowed to use our voices to speak. We could only communicate by moving our lips. Turn. Whisper. Turn.
Born: December 11, 1916 Pécs, Hungary
"Don't cry, darling. We need this baby. You'll see."
Zsuzsanna Fischer Spiro
Born: November 18, 1925 Tornyospálca, Hungary
In Fragile Moments
I am no longer who I used to be... All I have left is hope.
Born: June 04, 1931 Smolensk, Russia
Behind the Red Curtain
As I looked at the postcard with a view of my native town, I recognized the exact place where I had been standing late at night, sixty years earlier, sobbing violently in fear and despair because I had nowhere to go.
Born: April 20, 1928 Lublin, Poland
Six Lost Years
I had watched my family being torn apart and degraded, and I had feared for my life. I was heartbroken, but I had been hardened, and I had learned not to cry.
Born: October 27, 1930 Krakow, Poland
When I looked at the world with the eyes of a child it appeared so rose-coloured... and now? I am happy when I survive another day and I await the next in fear. When is it going to end? Are we even going to live until the end?
Born: March 25, 1934 Luxembourg City, Luxembourg
A Childhood Adrift
Holding me kicking and screaming, that brute ran toward the awaiting train, past Mama, whom I saw being dragged over the floor struggling and crying. The entire station was a scene of bedlam, with men, women and children being pulled, shoved and hurled into the train….
Born: July 21, 1932 Lodz, Poland
Memories in Focus
I don’t know why I wasn’t afraid. I think my mind just went blank. I had no feelings at all. I had disengaged myself from what was happening around me. It was as if my eyes were cameras and my brain was the screen. I just recorded everything, without emotion or participation.