At this point my father and I were separated and I contracted typhoid fever. I didn't think I'd make it. I was alone, but somebody kept me alive. Somebody covered me with straw and gave me water. I tried to go back to work but I was weak and I stumbled. As the SS were taking me away to be shot, I was saved by an SS man who knew me. I slowly regained my health and went back to work.
I met Abe Chapnick, a boy a year older than me, and we remained together for the rest of the war. In 1944, when I was 13, Abe and I were sent to Buchenwald Concentration Camp
) and placed in Block 8 with Polish, French and German political prisoners. These prisoners helped protect us. There were very few Jews. My life in Buchenwald was actually easier than in the other camps. The political prisoners hid us during the day while they went to work. Sometimes we even received care parcels from the Red Cross
. Once we found ourselves with a piece of chocolate. We weren't even sure what it was at first.