My earliest memories are even before the ghetto, when I was a very young child in Hungary.
Things happened that seemed harmless in themselves but were very much the tip of an iceberg. The Hungarian flag was hanging in the air and I jumped up to reach it just for fun.Somebody saw this happen and my father was taken to court and heavily fined because his Jewish son had insulted the Hungarian nation.
My father knew if we had got on the trains taking people to Auschwitz it would not have been a good thing. So he bribed a Hungarian policeman. We got out of the ghetto and took a train to Budapest, where the Holocaust was not yet going on. It was very dangerous but a kind doctor hid us in his clinic. Then we joined a Kasztner group. Kasztner was bribing Eichmann to take people to Palestine but he went back on his word. We ended up in Belsen.
It was not an extermination camp. But they crammed so many people in that tens of thousands died.
