The days went by very
slowly. Male inmates were sometimes brought over from other parts of
the camp for maintenance work, but we were not able to talk to them
at all. Once they left a shred of paper in my hand. My sweet little
brother was looking for me and my father was also trying to find me.
They were searching for my mother too, unfortunately in vain. It's
better not to describe what it took me to get a reply back to
This is how five weeks went
by, in rags, rained out and hungry, when they had us line up one day.
This meant that we'd be taken away for work. Messages from the men
always said the same thing - just get away from here to work, it can
only be better. We were given clean prisoner garb and sent to the
rail cars, fifty to a car. Being transported away prevented me from
getting my brother's reply; I haven't heard about my mother since;
neither could I learn about the fate of my cousins and girlfriends
from Györ, with whom I'd been together in the same lager. We
shouldn't forget though, that there were 15 - 18,000 women in the ten
barracks which made up the compound. Finding the proverbial needle in
a haystack would probably have been easier than learning the
whereabouts of somebody you knew there.