The Nazis and the Hungarian Nazis, as I called them, came in and said every Jew
down in the yard, or otherwise I will shoot. So, we all had to go down. Because of the war and air raids, we always
have to have a knapsack ready just in case we have to go to the bunker.
We had to go out front, of the house and form a line, five of us, and as I said, I just grabbed
the knapsack, which there a little tea or crackers or apples and things for the baby,
and I grabbed one blanket, and we went out. At that time, my father-in-law was still home.
On the street, if I was not there I would not believe what
the people did to us. All those people from the neighboring house, the hairdresser whom I
went every two weeks, they all lined up on the sidewalk. They were happy, they were spat on us,
they said ugly words, they grabbed anything they could. One smashed my father-in-law's eyeglasses,
the other took off a coat from a man's shoulder, the other one grabbed out the blanket from my
hand. And there is only one voice among the thousands and thousands of onlookers who said,
'can't you see this is for a baby? Give it back.' But of course, I was not allowed to even look back, not
to wait for the blanket. And I was wondering, who could be that one person who spoke up?