In 1943 some prominent Jews from our town were taken to the synagogue and held there for ransom. Everyone gave as much money as they could, but the men were never released. Soon afterwards, everyone in our town was rounded up. The Hungarians took my family and me to a brick factory. Then we were transported to Auschwitz
by train, with a hundred or more people crowded into a cattle car. There was little food and no facilities. They slammed the door shut, and we rolled along for days. We arrived in Auschwitz in the middle of the night but they didn't open the doors until the morning. We had to listen to people screaming and dogs barking. The cries and the stench of that car is something I will never forget.