What hurt me most was that the Nazis wouldn't even allow the children and the old people to stay behind, back home. Unlike the rest of us, they could not be used as slave laborers, so why deport them along with us?
It was becoming unbearable
by the time evening fell upon us. The train stopped for a few minutes
to let some air in and I looked out for a second through the opening.
We were in Györ, my birthplace, where I'd had such a carefree
life as a teenager before marriage....
I most certainly
could not remember enjoying many tranquil moments since and seeing
the station sign of my town this way broke my heart completely. I
haven't been disheartened so much ever since....