In 1939 my parents fled with me to Shanghai, China when I was 2 years old. We lived amongst the people in Shanghai for approximately two years before we were put into the Wayside Camp in 1941.  It appeared to be a large former school.  We lived with four other families in a tiny room.  The conditions were unbearable.  There was little food.  The Japanese allowed the children to leave.  I was placed with a Russian Jewish family who took care of me for six months. I was then reunited with my parents. I lived in Shanghai until I was 11.  I was taught a British form of English toward the end of the war from my German school teachers. 

My father couldn’t adjust to life in the ghetto.  My father just “lost it”. He also contracted tuberculosis.  My parents got divorced and in 1946 my mother remarried Albert Rosenberg in Shanghai.  Albert’s wife had passed away in the Shanghai ghetto from cancer.  They had one son together who was ten years older than me.  In 1945 we learned what was happening in Germany when lists of people who had perished were posted in Shanghai.  My mother saw her sister and mother on the list.  She couldn’t believe that a G-d would ever allow this to happen.  She didn’t believe in G-d and I, to this day, do not either.  

My last memory of my father took place in Shanghai where he gave me a bible.  My father went to Israel because that was the only place that would take a person with tuberculosis.  My father died in Israel four years later.

I can't believe that human beings can kill other human beings.