The Nazi’s came early, 1938. The Slovaks cooperated and collaborated with Hitler. The Slovaks gave up people in order to confiscate their property and businesses. We lived near Vienna, in the eastern part of the country.
I was born in 1941. I was baptized in a church; my father thought it was a good idea. I am a Protestant on paper and that saved me. When I lived with the Austrian woman, whom I called mother, they came to look for me because somebody said there is a Jewish child there. She produced the baptism papers and that saved me.
So then the war ended in 1945. We were hiding in the apartment and then we were in some kind of village because I remember that a goat ate my pacifier.
After the war we were back in Bratislava, my father took me from Herma. I was upset because I didn’t know who he was. He took me to his mother who came back from London where she survived the war. I lived with her from six until nine, that’s when my father remarried and we became a family again. Her name was Eva and she had a son three years younger than me.
Then in 1948, Communism came. We went from Fascism to Communism.
During the war, my father was in hiding. He and his brother were hiding in all of the impossible places. He was caught several times, hunted, and beaten.
He was not in very good health after the war. I was a baby, about ten months old, when I went to live with Herma. My mother was in a Transit Camp in Nitra or Szeged where they collected Jews before they took them to Auschwitz.
My mother and I were taken from the apartment when my father wasn’t there and taken to the Transit Camp. My father managed to get me out but he couldn’t get enough money to get my mother out soon enough. I later learned that my mother was taken to Auschwitz. When she was in line, somebody gave her a child to hold. That was the time when she was selected; she, the child, and the child’s mother went to the gas chamber.
I remember the village we hid in. When we came back to Bratislava, I went to school.
I remember it was like a normal childhood. I had friends; we used to go on scooters, I remember that.
After the war I remember, my grandmother who was a nice person and who was very religious. We always visited, she kept Shabbos every Friday. My father denied G-d after the war; G-d couldn’t be there if so much bad had happened.
I had no fearful memories of what was going on, I was too young. There were bombings and we went to hide in the tunnel in Bratislava. The village we stayed in for a while was safe.
After the war, I visited Herma once a week until the end of her days
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