Born: July 17, 1942 Budapest, Hungary
...I was born during World War II, the horrors had not yet fully reached us.
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: 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: December 09, 1920 Kozowa, Poland
Joy Runs Deeper
When Josio came into my room he was stunned. I will never forget the look on his face – he could not believe that I was alive. I couldn't understand it myself. I believe it was fate.
Kitty Salsberg & Ellen Foster
Born: November 14, 1932 Budapest, Hungary
Never Far Apart
After all those terrible years when I so fiercely protected her and she clung to me for love and security, those “wise” social workers separated us, leaving us each to manage on our own in a strange environment.
Born: January 10, 1923 Pruszków, Poland
If Only It Were Fiction
Only a miracle could save me now. What God would accept my prayers? I was a fraud. I carried forged documents. I lied all the time. I wasn't who I said I was. But I wanted to live.
Born: June 15, 1924 Lodz, Poland
Gatehouse to Hell
I was stubborn. I didn’t want to stay in Auschwitz. I didn’t want to go to the gas chambers.... I didn’t want to die there, and I kept pushing back.
Born: September 25, 1931 Vatra Dornei, Romania
Across the Rivers of Memory
I had the uncanny feeling that the writing of this book to bear witness and expose the horrors of Transnistria to the world at large was my life's meaning and the purpose of my survival.
Born: December 06, 1929 Prague, Czechoslovakia
My Heart Is At Ease
We played a game of nostalgia, recalling memories of the past to forget, for a while, the terrible present.... The siren at 5:00 a.m. woke us to the morning reality of roll call. We each wondered if we were going to be given another day of life.
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: April 01, 1913 Kozowa, Poland
Joy Runs Deeper
I started to feel anxious about trusting my six Ukrainian companions. All I could think of was escaping. Still, they didn’t give me away. I do not know, to this day, why they did not hand me over to the Germans. For this reason, I have to believe that there is a God.
Born: February 20, 1927 Nádudvar, Hungary
Suddenly the Shadow Fell
That night, a fierce air battle developed around and above our train. Guns were blazing, bombs were falling…. In the morning, instead of the enemy, US soldiers found us and heard our cries: “Oh God, we are free!”
Born: June 20, 1928 Otwock, Poland
Fleeing from the Hunter
I asked myself, Am I a criminal doomed for execution? I was determined to run away… that thought never left my mind.
Born: September 14, 1928 Beregszász, Czechoslovakia
A Name Unbroken
I felt reborn, until I looked in the mirror and could not recognize myself. I was skin and bones. The person who looked back at me in the mirror was a scared-looking, skinny little boy, not the person I thought I was.
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
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: November 10, 1933 Vilna, Lithuania
Traces of What Was
It was at the end of March 1944, on a cool, bright and sunny day, the beginning of spring, the time of renewal of life, that the SS came to take the children.
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: May 30, 1927 Sieradz, Poland
Inside the Walls
Rumkowski still remains shrouded in mystery and much controversy, and though my own view may be biased, I am convinced that he cared deeply about the Jews in the ghetto.
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: 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.
Born: September 19, 1920 Mezőcsát, Hungary
What they told us was a lie. After several days of travelling under the most degrading conditions, broken in spirit, hungry and dying of thirst, stripped of our human dignity, we finally arrived in Auschwitz-Birkenau, a place we had never heard of before.
Born: June 01, 1930 Buczacz, Poland
Chaos to Canvas
The only sounds breaking the grim silence of the forest were the chirping of birds and occasionally the cry of an animal. It seemed that I was the only human being on earth. I became intensely aware of the world around me and would imagine shapes and dream of travelling through endless space. I created my own little world of safety.
Born: March 08, 1928 Kovno (Kaunas), Lithuania
Flights of Spirit
I had a lot of time to think and I had many questions: How does it feel to die? Does the brain go on working for a time after the heart stops? My mother was a strong woman and I trusted her, but would she have the strength to give me, her only child, the first injection?