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Memories

944: Cat Piddle In My BeerRudolph SaborIt strengthened my belief: this cannot be forever. A cultured people like the Germans, would wake up any day. Total delusion...
948: Not Remembering My EmotionsHella Pick CBEI can still see myself arriving at Liverpool Street Station. But I can’t remember much about the journey. Just a blank. It’s shocking...
955: 28 People Hiding In The LoftRivka ReichWe thought going to Auschwitz would be just hard labour. But my father was different. He thought we must escape...
962: Speaking German With An English AccentCharles DansonI'd been the wireless operator for quite some time, so I said to my comrade ‘Let’s change over now’...
969: No One In My SituationLia LesserIn 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...
981: 4th of the 4th, 1944Jack CynamonMy first recollection is aeroplanes in the sky in Brussels. One morning the sky was full of aeroplanes. There must have been 60...
985: Black Heart Outside The FlatMiriam FreedmanIt's difficult. Children feel very protected. Everything goes well. Then all of a sudden you see terrible things, like people disappearing...
986: The End of Łódź GhettoHelen Aronson BEMIn 1944, the ghetto was closed, everybody sent to camps. But the Germans decided: there's still some money to be made...
996: How To Hide In BerlinHans DanzigerMy father had nerves of steel. Before the war, Jews were obliged to put ‘Israel’ in front of their names. My father refused...
999: The Caretaker & His DaughterMiriam FreedmanAt night time, the caretaker used to bring us food. We sat there, never able to talk, no toys or books or anything. Things becoming all the time worse...
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