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The person in question has given us the following information: In 1941, I was taken into Poland
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The testimony is not precise. The
survivor was taken to the occupied zone of the former Ukraine. together with my
father and six brothers, from where I managed to run away. When
Hungary was reunited with its historical parts I was in
Budapest, but I took days
off to visit my parents home, and we were all
deported during these two weeks into Poland
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The testimony is
not precise. The survivor was taken to the occupied zone of the former Ukraine..
They crossed the borders with us and then let us free telling us to go wherever we wanted
to. We crossed the Polish
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The testimony is not precise. The survivor was
taken to the occupied zone of the former Ukraine. border at
Kőrösmező, we could not turn
back as they would have
killed us but could continue in the direction of the centre of the
country. In Poland
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The testimony is not precise. The survivor was taken
to the occupied zone of the former Ukraine. we got into a forest where the
SS and
Hungarian
gendarmes were shooting at us. Unfortunately, I saw how they
shot
my
mother and my
brothers and
sisters. I managed to
run
away and walked fast till
Volóc, this is how I got
back to
Hungary. Not much later, I came to my firm in
Pest but was summoned
already at the end of 1943(41) to do
labour
service in
Jászberény where I passed five months before I was transferred into a company
in
Pest. From the
end of December 1942 till the end of December 1944, I was in
Budapest in an
anti-air raid
company, then I was put into an unfamiliar company. Having entrained 75 of us in a
car at
Józsefváros railway station they carried to
Sachsenhausen.
During the journey sitting
people
kept swapping with standing ones as space was so little that we could not sit down all. We
were escorted by
gendarmes till the
Hungarian border where they gave us to the
SS. In the car someone committed
suicide, and two weak
people
were trodden to
death. At the
Austrian border they opened the doors and we
got
bread and
zulag. There were 3,500
people
in our
transport and the journey lasted ten days. The
camp
was a collecting
camp. In
Sachsenhausen
they disinfected us, seized what they could and dressed us in striped
clothes and wooden
shoes. In
Oranienburg we were grouped according to professions, this is how I got to
Berlin-Siemensstadt, next to
Berlin. Here they
selected the strong and the weak. I was put into an outlying
kommando, we carried iron railway lines, railway sleepers, which was a very
difficult job. For this
work we had the worst possible
food
supply. There was an
SS
foreman who got there because of punishment.
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He was the one who distributed the
food
giving us only three quarters of a litre of
soup
instead of a litre, and stole also from the
bread
portions, so we became really weak, many
died of
hunger, and often we ate also
potato
peels. These foremen and block leaders beat us with batons but we also suffered a
lot of cold. One day I put a blanket under my
clothes
but was noticed by the foreman who reported it to the
SS.
They gripped my hands and feet and gave me 100 blows, another time I got a slap so strong
that the eardrum broke. A great number of
people
died because of cold, of maltreatment and of
starvation, especially young boys. They often
bombed
the
Siemens company, at the end the whole
camp
burnt down so they took me back to
Sachsenhausen. I
stayed here 8 days when we got an order to set off as the
Russians were
already pretty close. We had to queue up immediately and leave but as we were the last
transport there was no
food
left for us. We started our
march
on foot in the direction of
Hamburg, towards the sea, 40 kilometres a day. We were
starving so much that on the way we attacked locust trees and finished all their
leafs but we were not particularly choosy, we ate also
grass.
Once we noticed a
potato clamp and started to run to it but the
SS
shot at us and I got a bullet in the head. Those who were left behind on the road were
covered with a blanket. This is how I passed half a day, then I got out and
ran
across the woods towards
Schwerin. 17 kilometres further
I met
the first
American
soldier. They put a bandage on my head and took me into a
sanatorium. This happened the 2nd of May.
Thereafter I had a good life, I got everything I wanted, and was carefully treated for a
month. I went to
Lübeck, and applied for one of the
Czech transports. I came to
Budapest via
Prague and
Pozsony. My future
plans: At the moment I work here in
Budapest, later I would
like to
emigrate to
Palestine.