My reasoning at that time
was that even if we were to be kept in the Tapolca ghetto, we would
most certainly be interrogated to make sure they would be able to
steal everything from us, including whatever we might have stowed
away in hidden places. Now, in this ditch, amongst these tortured
bodies I realized just how fortunate my premonition turned out to be.
This did not mean though, that I could have a moment without worry,
as I was readying myself for sleep under God's wide open skies again.
My uncle, aunt and every other family member there were still
extremely concerned about me. They knew I wasn't on the list but were
afraid that my mother in law would deliver me into the hands of the
Gestapo, as a final token of her love for me. Three days passed under
the cloud of this dreadful prospect.
I was just staggering
around the dead or broken bodies of the tortured, not knowing how
much longer this inhumanity would last. Hell, at its worst, had to be
a vacation resort compared to this !!!.... All of us wished we were
already in a cattle boxcar, carted away from here, as life was just
unbearable at this place anymore. As far as the Hungarian Arrow Cross
troops are concerned, they most certainly deserve to go straight to
Hell, since they behaved even more bestially than the Gestapo, as it
was relayed to us later on by those too who'd been deported from
towns all over the country.