Guilt
My dad was a survivor of both Auschwitz and Buchenwald. After liberation, as he traveled home to Mukačevo, he left a message in every city along the way for anyone in the family who had survived.
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My dad was a survivor of both Auschwitz and Buchenwald. After liberation, as he traveled home to Mukačevo, he left a message in every city along the way for anyone in the family who had survived.
We were now together in New York and had escaped from Germany, but our problems were not over.
I have been retired for more than ten years, so Friday is not my last day of the week at work; therefore, TGIF has a different meaning for me.
“The big fight will be on the radio tonight,” my stepfather said. “We can listen. It will not be for long.” I tried to comprehend what was happening. He didn’t speak directly to me very often, and almost never about something we would do together.
When the Nazis entered Vienna, my father was killed, my brother Manfred was sent to England on a Kindertransport, and my mother and I fled to the United States in early 1941.
The world would be a much better place if love were the driving force of our existence
The story of how Grandpa became a movie mogul is as unlikely as its ending was abrupt.
On a Friday afternoon in September, I started coughing. I thought it was no big deal.
Why am I still around when so many others are gone? I have asked myself this question so many times.
In 1948, my father, sister, and I were sponsored by my family living in New York City and obtained visas to immigrate to the United States.
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