[photo:] R. Moshe Schwartz and his children: Baruch (top), daughter-in-law Rachel, Rivka, Avraham, etc. All perished. May G-d avenge their blood!
I was ill and broken, and an ambulance from UNRWA took me straight to a hospital. Lieutenant Kaplan, an American Jew, took me to a German hospital in Linz, Austria, and put me in the care of a German doctor, telling him that I was a Jewish woman, a victim of Hitler. The doctor and his assistants looked at me pitifully.
After six weeks I left the hospital in good health. I got better only because I lived through the fall of the Germans! I was taken back to the DP camp, and I cannot even describe the joy my children felt when they saw me. My children told me that there was stir in the camp when they found out that the soap we used in the camp that carried the letters Riff was made from human fat, from the fat of our tormented Jews (i.e. clean Jewish fat). Jews went to complain to UNRWA, and went to the German store that sold the Jewish soap and tried to break the windows. UNRWA immediately ordered the German store to bury the boxes of Jewish soap. (Is that all that the UNRWA personnel did? What a humanitarian action .. W.)
In 1946 the camp in Steier was transferred to Brona, where Hitler, may his name and memory be obliterated, was born. We would pass by the accursed empty house that stood next to the road not far from the camp where we stayed, and we would spit on the place where the biggest thief in history had lived.
One day we heard a report that the Red Cross would be distributing packages to us, and we should clean up our dormitories. An American commissioner came through with his secretary; he was the head of UNRWA. We all went to surround the secretary, who was dressed in a military uniform, and who spoke to us in fluent Yiddish. She asked who had relatives in the United States. I said that I had a brother and sister in the United States. She took an interest in me and wrote down the address of my sister. A month later I received a letter from my sister, who found out that we were living in a DP camp. My sister immediately sent off affidavits for my children and me.
In September, 1946, my children and I arrived in the United States and settled in New York.
[photo:] American and French soldiers at a mass grave in Germany.
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