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: June 25, 1930 Warsaw, Poland
Two close calls in one day were enough for me. I realized that the uprising was not like the games I played with Józek before the war. This was a very real battle, in which people were being killed and wounded.
Born: January 25, 1936 Rotterdam, Netherlands
The Hidden Package
When I opened the parcel, I was confronted with the past, memories long forgotten. The letters and drawings described happy as well as sad moments while Ollie and I were in hiding and separated from Mam and Pap.
Eva Felsenburg Marx
Born: October 21, 1937 Brno, Czechoslovakia
Tenuous Threads/One of the Lucky Ones
My mother always credited my father for his keen instinct of self-preservation. “He saved our lives,” she said. “Without him we wouldn’t be here.”
Born: July 03, 1939 Budapest, Hungary
Suddenly the Shadow Fell
One day, we didn’t manage to get away and were marched all along the banks of the Danube. We had no idea where they were taking us... I saw bodies falling into the river...
Born: December 05, 1931 Paris, France
Where Courage Lives
Everyone in Champlost had a hand in hiding us.
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?
Margrit Rosenberg Stenge
Born: December 27, 1928 Cologne, Germany
News travels fast in the countryside, and when I started school many of the villagers knew that we were Jewish, although they really did not know what that meant.
Marguerite Élias Quddus
Born: December 04, 1936 Paris, France
Je suis prête mais écrasée de tristesse. Maman nous enlace et nous embrasse. « Au revoir mes enfants ! Quand vous partez, ne vous retournez pas… »