My family was transported from the ghetto to Auschwitz. When we arrived at Auschwitz , we went through the Selection. My father, brother Joseph and I were selected to live as prisoners in a forced labor camp at Auschwitz. My mother and my younger brother, Usher age 14, were sent to the gas chamber. If my brother would have been with us, maybe he would have survived.
My father was soon taken away to a subcamp of Auschwitz, where, I found out later, he was beaten very badly and became very ill. He was taken to the “sick building,” a hospital of sorts, from there was another Selection and he was taken away to his death.
My brother and I and others worked on adding buildings onto Birkenau Death Camp, in horrible, subhuman conditions. The hygiene was terrible, the food minimal.
My brother Joseph and I were together. From Auschwitz we were taken with others on a death march. We were taken to a town with a large soccer stadium; we were there for about two to three hours. My brother came to me and said, “Lupa, I want to run away.” I said “Are you sure, where are you going to go? Where are you going to hide, who will give you food?” He said, “One of us will survive.” We both survived and were reunited after the liberation.