I had a normal life before the war. I went to public school with non-Jews as well as to cheder, Jewish religious school. Once a week on Sundays, I went to mandatory soldier training, like the ROTC.
My father was taken into the Hungarian army in 1938, 1939 before the Second World War began. He was then taken to a Russian forced labor camp. He never came back.
My mother used to say Tehillim (Psalms) for him. My family was a normal religious Orthodox family. I remember that our Shabbos (Sabbath) table was filled with all kinds of delicious foods, Gefilte fish and meat.
In 1939, after the Anschluss, the annexation of Austria with Nazi Germany, all kinds of laws against the Jews began.
In 1942, my brother was taken to a forced labor camp. I found out that he later died on the Austrian/Hungarian border.
In 1944, my family was taken to the ghetto in Nyiregyhaza, Hungary. They used clubs to force us to go.
At first, everyone was taken to the Shul, the synagogue. From the Shul we were taken to the ghetto which was approximately 30 kilometers from our town. Jews from the surrounding areas were captured and also taken to the ghetto. Several families were put into homes. I was together with my mother, my Aunt Rosa, my Uncle Joseph and his wife and their two children, and my grandmother.
The Germans took my Tefillin (small black leather boxes containing scrolls of parchment inscribed with verses from the Torah [Bible] worn by observant Jews during morning prayers.) After the war ended, my uncle was able to replace them with another set that he found in the ghetto.
I’ve used those same Tefillin daily and still have them to this day.
I was in ghetto for thirty days at the most. Men were being removed from the ghetto and taken to Slovakia. I remember that we had a very anti-Semitic captain who hated Jews more than he hated the Germans. The young Jewish men from the ghetto were taken into the Army to go to Austria. We took a train over to the Austrian/Hungarian border and had to dig out and disarm Allied bombs that did not explode.
Once we hid in a corn field and watched with great delight as we saw American planes bombing the Germans. Later we saw British planes bombing them. At night we saw Russian planes bombing, the sky was light like the day.
We marched. Men were shot if they had problems walking. We recited Tehillim (Psalms) daily hoping that we would survive. We had no food; the guards were brutal, German SA guards.
I met my Uncle Morris on the death march on the way to Mauthausen. I became sick on the march; my uncle took care of me. I had hidden some apples in my pants that I had gotten from the woods which I shared with my uncle.
The Nazis were horrible. At one point an SS was shooting everyone in our group of 32. I was the last one to be shot, the 32nd one. The SS soldier was about to shoot me in the head, but he ran out of bullets. He hit me in the head instead with his heavy gun and told me to get back and continue marching.
We finally got to the Alps. People died at Mauthausen continuously, everyday. Some of their faces were listless and you could tell who would die the next day, we called them Mussulman.
Non-Jewish Poles watched over us in the camp, they could do what they wanted to do to the Jews. I saw one Pole viciously kill a Jew with the sharp end of a hammer.
The Germans were losing the war. Germans were bombing Mauthausen so that they could blame it on the Americans.
We walked from Mauthausen to Gunskirchen. We were liberated by the Americans at Gunskirchen, a satellite camp of Mauthausen on May 6, 1945.
When I was liberated, I weighed 30 kilos (66 pounds).
I went to hospital, I got sick from honey. In the hospital, I received deer soup, little by little.
They made the townspeople “clean up” the camp.