Then our peaceful little world was gradually shaken
up by the war.
First, we saw the SS soldiers and Hungarian police
were taking the Rosenthal family into a truck on a Sunday
as we were coming out of church. They were hitting them
with their rifles as they were taken from their home. Mr.
Rosenthal owned the shop where I used to buy candies. He
used to give me an extra one and was always nice to me
and called me Ferike. Then I saw his son, who was also
called Ferike, run to his Daddy crying: “Papa, Papa I love
you.” Mr. Rosenthal picked up Ferike and I saw him crying,
too. Then one of the soldiers hit him in the stomach with his
rifle as he fell into the truck still holding his son. I asked my
father why are the soldiers taking the Rosenthals away from
their home? Father said: “Because they are Jews and the
SS are very bad. The Nazi’s are taking Jewish people into
concentration camps and killing them.”
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