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958: Discovering I Was Jewish
John Dobai
My parents thought that by changing their religion, it might produce some sort of saving, at least for me. But they were wrong...
964: The Next Thing Is We Were Gone
Ruth Edwards
I was on the train and saw my father crying. That made me cry. My mother said, perhaps she doesn't want to go. I said, yes, I do want to go...
968: How To Talk Without Crying
Ida Skubiejska
Everybody was killed in Auschwitz: my parents, my sister, all my uncles, aunts & cousins. Absolutely everybody except my other sister & my cousin...
969: No One In My Situation
Lia Lesser
In 1939, my father married again in Prague. His wife was called Ola & she was a seamstress. When she came out of Auschwitz she got in touch...
973: The Puzzle & The Blanks
Jacques Weisser BEM
I should've delved more into it, asking questions. But most of the time after the war I wasn't with my father...
979: Sitting Through That
Bronia Snow
My parents always discussed everything. But not a word was spoken about my going to England. So I found myself one fine day...
980: Getting Streetwise
Margot Harris
When we were packing for England, the Gestapo came & went through all the cutlery drawers & took the silver cutlery & this & that...
997: My Mother & Father
Trude Silman MBE
My mother is a question mark. I know she survived ‘til 1944 because we used to get the odd occasional 25-word Red Cross letter, but then it stopped...
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