I remember playing in the back yard of our home in Warsaw.
Suddenly I heard a woman’s voice and a lot of screaming.
Nazi soldiers were beating the woman’s son. He lay bleeding.
It was then that it started. All Jews had to leave.
I put my things into a doll’s pram. We were forced into the Warsaw Ghetto.
Food was so scarce.
There were many lying in the street. I didn't know if they were asleep or dead.
One day mother took me to the Ghetto gate and pushed me out.
“You’ve got to go. Go straight and turn right,” she said.
I found my way to my aunt’s house.
Immediately she hid me.
“Don't sneeze, don't cough, don’t move,” she said.
I was taken to a Catholic priest to get false identity papers.
He taught me to repeat in German, “Holy Mary, mother of God”.
I didn’t know who Mary was.
Later I was hidden in a barn with animals.
I had never been near animals before. They kept me warm.
Eventually I was sent to Germany for slave labour.
One morning we were all ordered to the road side.
A parade passed by. There was Adolf Hitler.
Many years later, in New Zealand, I heard David Irving deny the Holocaust on radio.
I went to his meeting at the university but was told “sit down and shut up”.
“I saw Hitler when he was passing by”, I said.
The students couldn’t believe it.