That is to say, when my mother was deported, me, I wanted to go along with my mother. We had prepared separate bags because we knew that, maybe we would be separated on the way, that one would be in one camp and one in another. So, I had taken
my rucksack, I told my brother: I want to go and join my mother,
I don't want to stay, I don't want to be separated from my mother. So at that time, I was 15 and my brother was 19. He grabbed
my bag from me and said: “You think you're just going to go up to an SS on the Umschlagplatz and you're going to tell him: Sir, please, would you be kind enough to take me to the same waggon as my mother.There were thousands of people there, half… frightened to death, because they knew where they were going… collapsed… and then, people piled over one another, stepping over one another, that was how they were pushed into the waggons. So my brother told me, he told me this: so, you really believe… you still believe in what?
So that opened my eyes, I realized that he was right, that I didn't have the slightest hope of finding my mother, that I wouldn't find her in the same waggon. And so, I gave up… I stayed with my brother… right to the end…
