Gustle my older sister was born in 1920. In a conservative family like ours she was a free spirit. After finishing her studies at the elementary school she studied professional education of Jewish girls and then worked outside of home for wealthy Jewish families . In 1938 she received a pemit to enter the United States thanks to Aunt Sherry. She migrated to the U.S and lived with her in Baltimore. This Aunt Gustle (Guss) is the one you have seen in the U.S. and during her visits is here in Israel- (refering to Asher and Yossi)
My sister Sarah, born in 1921. Lively girl, always laughing and singing and in a good mood. Graduated at the religious Jewish high schoo in our city, that had 10 classes in it, and then worked as a caregiver in an institution of Jewish children out of our city until the Kristallnacht pogrom. After a while she came together with a group of boys and girls to take part in the "Israel Youth Organization" training experience in Nweindorf , northern Germany. Such training farm and agricultural work prepared hopes to immigrate to Israel and apply what they learn there. She stayed at the farm until the dispatch to the concentration and extermination camp Auschwitz - Birkenau, and experienced that nightmarish place and witnessed on her own flesh for over than two years until the release. This release was associated with further trauma-when she stepped out of the gates of the camp, she was raped by a Russian soldier or soldiers, and needed prolonged medical treatment.
Still at training, she befriended another camper named Simcha Chantal who also transferred to Auschwitz. He survived and after his release he passed through all Jewish point across Germany and found Sarah, then married each other. In 1947 they went on board an illegal immigrant ship "Latrun" to immigrate to Israel, that was captured by the British. they were interned in Cyprus for several months before being released from there and arriving to Israel. Here they joined a Kibbutz- "Chafetz Chaim". Simcha perished there in a work accident at the beginning of 1965, this was the direct result and an Epilogue to the horror of Auschwitz. It was an inclement winter day, when he worked in the coop, he had to burn chicken carcasses. Instead of oilh he poured gasoline in to the stove and the flames caught him, after several weeks of severe suffering, he died due to burns.Only later I found that he expressed that he hated his work because it reminds stovepipe in Auschwitz, that is why he used gasoline- to finish the job quickly.
My sister Ruth, born in 1925, was a very gentle girl. During World War she was forced to work in labor in a government workshop, until she was sent east, probably in 1942. She did not return. My God will avenge her blood.
Brother Yehuda (Julius), the youngest child, was born in 1927. Spoiled at home and remain always a comfortable and friendly child. In April 1939 he and I arrived to Israel to a religious youth village. In 1942 I joined the British Army and only three years later, when I was in Italy with my troop, I found out something was wrong, though details were never really known. Apparently in his adolescence he caught into bad company and has been abused. Suffering psychological damage he was hospitalized. At the same time, late 1945 , the army began providing holidays for soldiers who were overseas and so I was among the first group traveling to Israel on vacation.
My sister Sarah, born in 1921. Lively girl, always laughing and singing and in a good mood. Graduated at the religious Jewish high schoo in our city, that had 10 classes in it, and then worked as a caregiver in an institution of Jewish children out of our city until the Kristallnacht pogrom. After a while she came together with a group of boys and girls to take part in the "Israel Youth Organization" training experience in Nweindorf , northern Germany. Such training farm and agricultural work prepared hopes to immigrate to Israel and apply what they learn there. She stayed at the farm until the dispatch to the concentration and extermination camp Auschwitz - Birkenau, and experienced that nightmarish place and witnessed on her own flesh for over than two years until the release. This release was associated with further trauma-when she stepped out of the gates of the camp, she was raped by a Russian soldier or soldiers, and needed prolonged medical treatment.
Still at training, she befriended another camper named Simcha Chantal who also transferred to Auschwitz. He survived and after his release he passed through all Jewish point across Germany and found Sarah, then married each other. In 1947 they went on board an illegal immigrant ship "Latrun" to immigrate to Israel, that was captured by the British. they were interned in Cyprus for several months before being released from there and arriving to Israel. Here they joined a Kibbutz- "Chafetz Chaim". Simcha perished there in a work accident at the beginning of 1965, this was the direct result and an Epilogue to the horror of Auschwitz. It was an inclement winter day, when he worked in the coop, he had to burn chicken carcasses. Instead of oilh he poured gasoline in to the stove and the flames caught him, after several weeks of severe suffering, he died due to burns.Only later I found that he expressed that he hated his work because it reminds stovepipe in Auschwitz, that is why he used gasoline- to finish the job quickly.
My sister Ruth, born in 1925, was a very gentle girl. During World War she was forced to work in labor in a government workshop, until she was sent east, probably in 1942. She did not return. My God will avenge her blood.
Brother Yehuda (Julius), the youngest child, was born in 1927. Spoiled at home and remain always a comfortable and friendly child. In April 1939 he and I arrived to Israel to a religious youth village. In 1942 I joined the British Army and only three years later, when I was in Italy with my troop, I found out something was wrong, though details were never really known. Apparently in his adolescence he caught into bad company and has been abused. Suffering psychological damage he was hospitalized. At the same time, late 1945 , the army began providing holidays for soldiers who were overseas and so I was among the first group traveling to Israel on vacation.
I met Judah, the same guy gentle and amiable guy as he was before, but he was hurt mentally and claimed that I cannot look in his eyes. Looking back, I think disconnection from home where he was loved and spoiled caused his Crisis and made him introverted. then I left to enlist in the British Army and he felt even more isolated, perhaps I should not have joined, but on the one hand,I saw it as an upper orders to fight against Hitler. More over, he was apparent to be in a good company with alot of kids ...
Anyway, with the end of the vecation, I went to Italy in the hope his condition will improve. July 1946 I was discharged from the military service. I heard good recommendations on the private medical institution called "Yaffe" near Petah Tikva, but it costed a lot of money. I turned to the Social Welfare Department of the Jewish Agency -Ms. Kagan, who later became the first lady in the Israeli parlament. She approved to help in part personal expenses and Aunt Mo contributed a monthly allowance. Yet, after a while , I ran out of my savings plus a grant from the Liberation Army ran out and my wage was limited. . A few monther after, Yehuda was moved to another institution "Wilner" in Jerusalem, unfortunately not as good. The manager of Wilner was the closest thing to a father in his relationship to patients. Yehuda was well treated the arrival of my sister Sarah, caused a drastic improvement and already we've devised plans for employment after his full recovery, all This consent and full cooperation of Judah. height of hope came to me a surprising telegram he died. Mr. Wilner told me that suddenly he fell with aberrations and immediately died, he thought it was a heart attack. date of death -September 5th 1947.
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