My father had a business, like a general store near the church in our town. We all worked helping out.
I was blond and had blue eyes, and could go anywhere because I looked like a German. The Nazis didn’t bother me; they didn’t know I was Jewish.
We had nothing; the Nazis took all of our money. The Gestapo killed my father. My mother was sick but there were no doctors to help her and she passed away. The Gestapo killed the Jews, including my father, my brother and my sister.
I was married. In 1938, my husband and I and our two young daughters, Ruth and Miryam; my sister Erna and her husband, left Germany by ship. We were bound for America. However, during the voyage, we were informed that the quota for refugees to America was full!
HIAS, the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society, helped us to come to Colombia, the only country that would take us in. We lived in Bogotá, Columbia from 1938 to 1955. My husband was a glazier; he installed windows in businesses and residences.