Later I learned that my twin sister Miriam had, by some miracle, met up with our three other sisters on the death march
from Auschwitz. They were liberated by the Americans about four months later. Miriam survived; unfortunately, my three other sisters were so weak that they died within a week of liberation. If it wasn't for the fact that Miriam and I were twins, we would not have survived.
Everyone else in my family my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins were all gassed in Auschwitz. I would never have survived had I not been a twin. I was so small in stature that I wouldn't have been of any use to the Nazis
in a work camp. All the other children from my hometown were gassed on the day of our arrival in Auschwitz. None survived.