Following the German occupation of Greece, my mother, father, family, and I were placed in the Salonika Ghetto.  In 1943, my family was deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau where everyone, except me, was gassed on arrival.  I was 18, my sister Sara was 11, Joseph 7, Vidal 5.  I was assigned to work in the “Kanada Kommando" and my younger sister was placed in the "Kinderblock" from where she was later sent to the gas chambers.  My 11 year old sister always cried for our mother.  I had a gift for languages; I worked as a translator, learned German and Polish.   My parents spoke Turkish; I knew Greek, Spanish, and Hebrew.  Sometime in 1944, I was moved out of Auschwitz-Birkenau, loaded onto a wagon, and later abandoned in an empty field.  After being liberated, I walked to Munich, Germany.  I returned to Salonika and later immigrated to the United States in 1951.

I want to know why they hate us so much.  Please don’t forget.  You see, the ones that are going to remember is me.  People like me.  We have to continue for the second and third generations and for all others so that they don’t forget. 
If we want to keep it alive, it must be told.