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The person in question has given us the following information: On the 10th of May 1944, a detective appeared in my flat and told me to
go to
Svábhegy to
testify in a case. Of course this detective reassured me with a smile that it was all
nothing and I would be back home the same day. There was no
interrogation for two days. When finally I was
interrogated, they asked me whether I had participated in a certain excursion. I
found out that some members of the company with whom I had indeed been on an excursion had
been
arrested, and I myself was also suspected. After the
interrogation, saying that they would take me home they took me into
Rökk Szilárd street. Of
course I never made it home, I was incarcerated in
Rökk Szilárd Street for a
month. Around the 12th of June, I was taken into a
camp
for the
sick in
Szabolcs
Street, where I could work as a
doctor. This
camp was emptied soon afterwards and I was again taken back into
Rökk Szilárd
Street. The next day, I was entrained at
Keleti railway station, I
ended up in
Kistarcsa, from where I was taken to
Auschwitz three
days later. I arrived in
Auschwitz on the
17th of June 1944.
People
were
sorted out already at the station.
Men and
women had to stand
separately. Old people and
children were
separated from
men. In
the baths, which was a huge building, we had to get completely naked. We could only keep our
shoes and glasses. They shaved our hair off also on our bodies. We were standing
there naked for hours till finally we had a bath and were disinfected. We got rags in return
for our
clothes. They did not even check what size of
clothing would fit each
person. They gave long, baggy
dresses
for small
people and vice versa. There were some who could parade in
evening
dresses …
Soup, toothbrush, towel? What for? I got into
Camp C, which was a
transport
camp. I
worked here for two and a half months as a
doctor, therefore my
rations
were somewhat better than those of
simple bunk dweller
. It was already a great thing
that I did not have to
sleep on a bunk made for ca. 5
people
with twelve, thirteen or fourteen other
people. In
Camp C I saw many, very many
selections.
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It was awfully difficult to be a
doctor
in
Auschwitz. I did not
work in
the
hospital, I was a block
doctor. It was very difficult, for example, to hide
infectious
patients. If one of two siblings finally had to be taken to
hospital, this could mean that they would never see each other again. The
SS
particularly enjoyed separating
people
who belonged together. I saw Dr
Mengele a
number of times in the
hospital, where they controlled day by day whether
patients were treated alright, whether they had enough
food.
The next day it could happen that with a wave of his hand while whistling he
sent
the
person into the
gas chamber about whose health he had been the most anxious the day
before. On these occasions he was even more horrible than when he brutally kicked someone or
pulled out his pistol. The
doctors
working in the
hospital told me that once a
sick
young
girl managed to commit
suicide. She may have been less then 20, the miserable creature. When they told this
to
Mengele, to whom the number of
patients had to be reported every day of course, he was startled and said with an
expression of surprise on his face:
Selbstmord? Warumdenn… So jung… After two months, from
Camp C I went to
F.K.L.
(Camp A),
as a Verfügbar. I
worked
for seven weeks in
commissions outside the camp. A
transport of
labourers left for
Sachsenhausen, I
was assigned there as
doctor. I was in
Sachenhausen for
only one day before we carried on towards
Berlin-Reinickendorf,
and from there with a small
Arbeitskommando to nearby
Schönholz. I was the
doctor of the
transport for two and a half months. On the 17th of February 1945, I got into
Ravensbrück as a
patient. I saw many
selections here, too. Unfortunately, they had already
gas
here as well. For when
Auschwitz ceased to exist as such, the leader and specialist of the local
crematorium came to
Ravensbrück to
introduce the
gas system there. As far as I know, in
Ravensbrück they
had used poison before. On the 29th of April 1945, they were
driving and hurrying us from the approaching
Russians for 2
days. I managed to
escape on the road and
hid in
a wood, where the
liberating
Russian
troops found me. After my
liberation I worked for a while as a
doctor
in the
hospital in
Neustrelitz. As an interesting point, I would like to mention that at
Berlin-Reinickendorf
Arbeitskommando only a certain percentage of the
people
were allowed to be
ill. They would always ask how come so many Jews were
ill,
after all, the
Germans also
had very little to
eat.