b. Uzhorod, Czechoslovakia (became Ungvár, Hungary), 1928
Awful as our lives were at Stutthof Concentration Camp, there was a tiny bright part. And that was Captain Zimmer.
Captain Zimmer was with us every day in the shop where we worked. He looked over the production.
Every day, a group of Nazis came to the shop to check the amount we produced. They stormed in and, before they checked our work, started beating us with a leather whip. They told the Captain that he should beat us too.
But he never did. He knew the approximate time that the Nazis would arrive. He stood at the windows watching and when the Nazis approached, he paced the floors, pretending that he was truly yelling and cracking his whip.
After the other Nazis left, Captain Zimmer laughed.