In the house the mood was sad. All the Jews were going with their heads down. We had to display a yellow star on our clothing. We used to come home in the evening…my father and mother were very depressed, because they didn’t have means to support us only what Lili was earning… my mother was sawing men’s underwear, my father was helping my mother to fold them, to take the work to the stores, to the gentile stores, all the physical work. We still read in the evening and listened to the radio our father brought us in 1938. It was a novelty. We listened to the news, and there were already stories coming from Germany as for what has been done to the Jews. But no one wanted to believe it.

One day in 1941 when these stories hit us from all the occupied lands a friend of my sister Lili, Margit Neumann,  came to visit us with her sister and begged my parents they should let us travel with them to Hungary. My parents refused, as they did not want their children to go away from home… Margit and her sister were saved during the war in Hungary….. but we stayed at home in Slovakia...