One morning the Gestapo
came to our door. We were ordered to pack one suitcase each, and immediately assemble in the courtyard outside. There I saw my friends, relatives and neighbours. We were marched to an area of our city designated to be a Jewish ghetto. There we were assigned living quarters consisting of one large room, which we as a family of five had to share with another family of four. I saw nothing unusual about the situation. I simply thought my parents had decided to move. We were forbidden to own a radio, to go outside of the ghetto
, or to attend school. We were given coupons for rationed food. I can still see my mother dividing the bread for the day. We got used to living in these conditions. My dad and one of my brothers were picked up every morning to work in a factory making uniforms for the Germans.