I stayed in Bistrita
for about six months, hoping that someone else from our family would return. My parents, my brothers Leibel, who might have become a rabbi, and Moishe, who had apprenticed as a shoemaker, had all perished. Mordechai is the one I miss most of all. As the youngest, everybody had adored him. He was smart and good. I often think about him. What might he have been?
I was 18 years old, and trying to figure out what to do with my life, where to go, what to do. One day I decided to leave. I didn't have any money but I heard that there was an Israeli underground group helping Jews get out of Eastern Europe. My brother-in-law gave me all the money he had, a ten-dollar American bill. I left on the train and crossed the border at night into Hungary and then hitchhiked to Budapest