I had a happy childhood with loving parents, Joseph and Serena.  My father had a very successful transportation business, which afforded us many luxuries, such as travel.  I had both Jewish and gentile friends while I attended a Czechoslovakian school.  In 1944, the Germans annexed our town and the environment became much difficult for the Jews.  My father lost his license to work.  We were forced to wear yellow stars and the Germans began sending people to be exterminated. 

 

My family was sent to a ghetto in a brick factory.  My mother, our elderly aunt, and I were sent to Auschwitz.  Our aunt was immediately selected to be killed.  My mother survived for only ten days before her death.  I lasted eight months in Auschwitz and then was sent to Zwittau, Sudeten where I worked at an airplane factory labor camp.  The Russian army liberated me on May 4, 1945.  

 

After the war, I was eventually reunited with Marcel, my older brother who also survived.  Marcel and I moved to Pomokly, Sudeten were we began to rebuild our lives.  I met my husband to be, Alex, at a café soon after liberation.  He moved to Israel and I to the United States.  We eventually got married three years later and settled in Detroit, Michigan.               

Don't hate. Hate kills. Don't be prejudiced.