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 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.
Eva Felsenburg Marx
Born: October 21, 1937 Brno, Czechoslovakia
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: 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: April 28, 1937 Budapest, Hungary
I had always liked to play make-believe, but somehow they made me understand that this game was real. I never gave away my secret.
Born: February 18, 1924 Ajak, Hungary
Alone in the Storm
Writing opened the lid of my box of buried memories. Looking back at my long life’s journey, I am dizzy contemplating the rough road and the distance I have travelled.
Born: November 12, 1921 Warsaw, Poland
If Home Is Not Here
I dove into the frigid river, the sudden shock leaving me gasping.... Somehow, I managed to reach the shore – the unoccupied zone of France and my entry into freedom.
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: February 28, 1941 Stanislawów, Poland
But I Had A Happy Childhood
The long shadow of the Holocaust touched my life and even reached into the lives of my children...
Born: January 06, 1911 Stanislawów, Poland
Memories From the Abyss
...the tragic decade of our lives during the war and its aftermath came to a close. We entered a new era with great hopes.
Born: September 15, 1919 Wolbrom, Poland
The Shadows Behind Me
I was surprised that Oskar Schindler, a German industrialist, would talk to me not as a Jew but as a normal person…. I thought that I must be having a nice dream.
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: January 20, 1926 Krakow, Poland
A Lasting Legacy
Commandant Göth singled out a man from the line and shot him for no apparent reason at all. Göth then turned to the next person and asked, “Why are you staring at me so stupidly?” And he shot him as well.