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955: 28 People Hiding In The Loft
Rivka Reich
We thought going to Auschwitz would be just hard labour. But my father was different. He thought we must escape...
957: How To Hide In Vienna
Father Francis Wahle
Letter-writing was timetabled: once a week. But from 1942 onwards there were no letters in reply because my parents went underground...
959: The Invasion Of Hungary
George Donath
It was a Sunday. We went to my grandparents for lunch as usual. All of a sudden we see these black Mercedes drawing up in front...
962: Speaking German With An English Accent
Charles Danson
I'd been the wireless operator for quite some time, so I said to my comrade ‘Let’s change over now’...
983: The Struggle To Stay Alive
Helen Aronson BEM
We were taken to a disused prison. People were crying & hungry, not knowing anything. In the morning, Chaim Rumkowski came...
996: How To Hide In Berlin
Hans Danziger
My 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 Daughter
Miriam Freedman
At 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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