We had a flourmill, which supported us.  My mother was very hard working, devoted, and special.  My father worked a lot, was busy with the mill.  My brothers Sandor and Shmuel were tailors.  Sandor later went to Drasberg, Czechoslovakia and Shmuel to Mukacevo.  

 

For a short while, I was in a labor camp that was located in our village and later at Riche Tabor.

 

In August 1941, after the Germans attacked Russia, the Germans loaded everyone from our village onto trucks to go to be killed at Kamianets-Podilskyi in the Ukraine.  

 

When the truck stopped, my family and others ran away.  Some were shot and killed as they ran, we were lucky.  It was Bashert (fate) that we survived, maybe because my mother was a very religious woman.  

 

My two brothers and I escaped.  They were tailors and did sewing work to get food from the farmers.  For three months, we hid in the woods during the day and traveled at night to get home.   

 

We were caught and arrested.  I was taken to a labor camp called Riche Tabor.  I got away and came to Budapest in 1942.  I obtained work papers and lived with another girl on Dob Street in the Jewish area of Budapest.  I did sewing work.

 

My brother introduced me to Sam Weinberger who later became my husband.  Sam made false papers for me.  I pretended to be a Christian girl.  

 

Sam was with the Underground and introduced me to Raoul Wallenberg.   He was able to get me Swedish papers.  He was a very nice man.  He worked to save Jews in Budapest by giving us false papers up until 1945 when the Russians came.

Have a good life.