“Many people gathered at the border-crossing but the Russians did not let them pass. While they were waiting, and before Israel had a chance to find and join his father and brother, a German air raid started and the crowd dispersed, some running into a nearby forest and some exploiting the disorder to cross into the Russian zone. In the commotion David and Henryk lost each other, never to meet again.”
“He enjoyed the little things, such as going for a walk in the park of Antwerp to admire his favorite tree, a weeping willow. Ferdinand was also a writer, who especially liked to write Hungarian poems. In September 1942, he was deported from Belgium to Auschwitz.”
“… on a whim, I entered my mother’s surname into the Yad Vashem search engine. Sitting in front of my monitor, I was expecting a null result when I was stunned to see two Pages of Testimony “pop up.” Someone had survived. A survivor!”
