b. Uzhorod, Czechoslovakia (became Ungvár, Hungary), 1920
After our work mending Nazi uniforms at the Stutthof concentration camp warehouse was completed, we were sent on a forced march. As we were starting out, I heard a young girl begging for somebody to help her walk. She was offering a slice of bread in exchange for help.
The problem was that the girl's wooden shoes were falling off her feet. Because I had been working repairing military clothes, I had made myself mittens which were on a piece of string. I tore off my mittens and with the string, tied the girl's shoes to her feet as well as I could.
Unfortunately, her wooden shoes kept falling off. When I tried to tie them on again, the German guard asked me what I was doing. I tried to explain to him that her shoes were falling off. He shoved the girl into a ditch and shot her.
He ordered me, “Lauf, ” run. I ran, expecting a bullet in my back. Surprisingly, the guard didn't hurt me.
I never knew that girl, but she is still in front of me.