The Last Chance to Remember
Chapter 9. LEAVING OUR HOME
sister Olly was placed in a hospital. My father prepaid and arranged
for her to stay there as a patient, hoping she could live through the
dangerous times there. Many families tried to hide or save young girls
this way, or if somebody was a hospital patient already, we were hoping
she is safe there. Unfortunately we were mistaken. The sad day came
when all the hospitals had to give up their Jewish patients. There was
younger brother Leslie (Laci) was at the forced labour camp already.
The other brother Sanyi (Alexander) was in Israel already and was beside
himself, because he didn't know anything about us. There was no way
to correspond. The official Red Cross letters had to be very short.
Only the signatures were the messages of who is still at home and alive.
We learned to be very modest, only not to be separated! Even the thought
was terrifying, alarming.
Hungarian policeman woke me up from my silent meditation with his rude
order: Move already, go ahead and take a last look at this door again
because you will never put your feet through these doorsteps again!
His South Hungarian dialect and his inhuman message is still in my ears
today and forever!
clouds were always darker and darker, unfriendly, frighteningly strange.
The air was full of electricity, excitement. The yards of the synagogues
and Hebrew schools were full of out-of-town people. It was a horrible
sight, so many crying children with embittered parents, trying to find
some way to soothe their children's discomfort and pain. At last we
heard that we were going to be stationed in the brick factory, which
is at the west end of the city.
The blocks had no walls, they were wide open, only the slopes were holding up the roof. These were the buildings where the bricks were placed to dry and it was going to be our destination. The place was full with coal and brick dust and we were without water. The very first thing waiting for us was the electric barbed wire fence.