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Survivors

April 28, 1937 Budapest, Hungary

Tenuous Threads

I had always liked to play make-believe, but somehow they made me understand that this game was real. I never gave away my secret.

April 20, 1928 Lublin, Poland

Six Lost Years

I had watched my family being torn apart and degraded, and I had feared for my life. I was heartbroken, but I had been hardened, and I had learned not to cry.

October 27, 1930 Krakow, Poland

Buried Words

January 25, 1936 Rotterdam, Netherlands

The Hidden Package

When I opened the parcel, I was confronted with the past, memories long forgotten. The letters and drawings described happy as well as sad moments while Ollie and I were in hiding and separated from Mam and Pap.

December 09, 1920 Kozowa, Poland

Joy Runs Deeper

When Josio came into my room he was stunned. I will never forget the look on his face – he could not believe that I was alive. I couldn't understand it myself. I believe it was fate.

April 01, 1913 Kozowa, Poland

Joy Runs Deeper

I started to feel anxious about trusting my six Ukrainian companions. All I could think of was escaping. Still, they didn’t give me away. I do not know, to this day, why they did not hand me over to the Germans. For this reason, I have to believe that there is a God.

May 19, 1932 Budapest, Hungary

Unsung Heroes

November 12, 1921 Warsaw, Poland

If Home Is Not Here

I dove into the frigid river, the sudden shock leaving me gasping.... Somehow, I managed to reach the shore – the unoccupied zone of France and my entry into freedom.

September 25, 1931 Vatra Dornei, Romania

Across the Rivers of Memory

I had the uncanny feeling that the writing of this book to bear witness and expose the horrors of Transnistria to the world at large was my life's meaning and the purpose of my survival.

April 17, 1925 Budapest, Hungary

Getting Out Alive

He pointed his gun and bayonet at me and ordered me to stop, my jaw was bleeding, hanging down. I could not speak and I was shivering.

June 20, 1928 Otwock, Poland

Fleeing from the Hunter

I asked myself, Am I a criminal doomed for execution? I was determined to run away… that thought never left my mind.

November 18, 1925 Tornyospálca, Hungary

In Fragile Moments

I am no longer who I used to be... All I have left is hope.

June 06, 1930 České Budějovice, Czechoslovakia

Spring's End

Into a new world I was brought by a dreamNever to see blood spilled againBut can I really throw awayThe dreams that soiled my youth?

March 25, 1934 Luxembourg City, Luxembourg

A Childhood Adrift

Holding me kicking and screaming, that brute ran toward the awaiting train, past Mama, whom I saw being dragged over the floor struggling and crying. The entire station was a scene of bedlam, with men, women and children being pulled, shoved and hurled into the train….

December 11, 1916 Pécs, Hungary

Stronger Together

"Don't cry, darling. We need this baby. You'll see."

July 21, 1932 Lodz, Poland

Memories in Focus

I don’t know why I wasn’t afraid. I think my mind just went blank. I had no feelings at all. I had disengaged myself from what was happening around me. It was as if my eyes were cameras and my brain was the screen. I just recorded everything, without emotion or participation.

August 02, 1897 Szatmár, Hungary

As the Lilacs Bloomed

Six months have passed since I arrived home. Six months full of hope, waiting, heart-gripping anxiety and dark despair.

July 13, 1912 Dukla, Poland

The Vale of Tears

My tears, like the words of the prayer, fell like fresh dew: pure, delicate, unadulterated, honest words, and pure, delicate, unadulterated, honest tears.

October 23, 1919 Mukačevo, Czechoslovakia

We Sang in Hushed Voices

In Auschwitz I was told that in two hours they could kill two thousand people…

May 30, 1927 Sieradz, Poland

Inside the Walls

Rumkowski still remains shrouded in mystery and much controversy, and though my own view may be biased, I am convinced that he cared deeply about the Jews in the ghetto.

February 28, 1941 Stanislawów, Poland

But I Had A Happy Childhood

The long shadow of the Holocaust touched my life and even reached into the lives of my children...

November 21, 1930 Nieśwież, Poland

If, By Miracle

I didn’t see anyone outside the pit, so I jumped out…. I had the feeling that my mother was running beside me and calling out to me, “Michael, run faster and don’t look back!"

November 30, 1927 Chorzów, Poland

The Weight of Freedom

To avoid thinking I repeated the words “after the war.” The words stuck in my mind like a mantra. After the war. The words blended into the clang of the wheels. Will there ever be an end to the war? It did not seem possible. I could hardly remember when there was no war.

July 21, 1932 Rokitno, Poland

Under the Yellow Red Stars

I feel my brother’s hand, trembling but strong, grab onto mine. I hear his words, urging me to run, take hold of my body and move my legs. We run, his hand holding mine …to me it feels like freedom.

February 28, 1926 Leipzig, Germany

A Drastic Turn of Destiny

In Germany I was “Jewboy”; in Brussels I was “boche”; in France I was “undesirable”; in Portugal I was a “refugee”; and in Jamaica I was simply a non-entity… I was a pariah in an exploding world.

October 21, 1937 Brno, Czechoslovakia

One of the Lucky Ones

My mother always credited my father for his keen instinct of self-preservation. “He saved our lives,” she said. “Without him we wouldn’t be here.”

September 14, 1928 Beregszász, Czechoslovakia

A Name Unbroken

I felt reborn, until I looked in the mirror and could not recognize myself. I was skin and bones. The person who looked back at me in the mirror was a scared-looking, skinny little boy, not the person I thought I was.

July 03, 1939 Budapest, Hungary

Suddenly the Shadow Fell

One day, we didn’t manage to get away and were marched all along the banks of the Danube. We had no idea where they were taking us... I saw bodies falling into the river...

February 20, 1927 Nádudvar, Hungary

Suddenly the Shadow Fell

That night, a fierce air battle developed around and above our train. Guns were blazing, bombs were falling…. In the morning, instead of the enemy, US soldiers found us and heard our cries: “Oh God, we are free!”

December 05, 1931 Paris, France

Where Courage Lives

Everyone in Champlost had a hand in hiding us.

December 11, 1919 Chmielnik, Poland

Hope's Reprise

The more we endured, the stronger our will to live became. This was our resistance against the degradation.

June 25, 1930 Warsaw, Poland

W Hour

Two close calls in one day were enough for me. I realized that the uprising was not like the games I played with Józek before the war. This was a very real battle, in which people were being killed and wounded.

June 15, 1924 Lodz, Poland

Gatehouse to Hell

I was stubborn. I didn’t want to stay in Auschwitz. I didn’t want to go to the gas chambers.... I didn’t want to die there, and I kept pushing back.

December 04, 1936 Paris, France

In Hiding

I’m ready, but I’m overcome with sadness. Mama hugs us and kisses us: “Goodbye, children! Go, and don’t look back….”

June 04, 1931 Smolensk, Russia

Behind the Red Curtain

As I looked at the postcard with a view of my native town, I recognized the exact place where I had been standing late at night, sixty years earlier, sobbing violently in fear and despair because I had nowhere to go.

November 03, 1926 Lodz, Poland

Bits and Pieces

My family and I were in hiding. Suddenly I heard someone panting on the stairs … we didn’t breathe. Who was coming now?

July 17, 1942 Budapest, Hungary

Stronger Together

...I was born during World War II, the horrors had not yet fully reached us.

June 10, 1923 Zduńska Wola, Poland

Little Girl Lost

The more we felt the Germans’ heavy boots in our lives, the more I knew that I had to leave… but I was scared. Where was I going to go? What would I live on?

October 23, 1929 Antwerp, Belgium

E/96: Fate Undecided

"Don’t move. Don’t open the door.” My knees had turned to jelly and I was trembling uncontrollably…. Sina grabbed her raincoat and declared, “I’m leaving. They’ll be back and I don’t want to end up in a camp.”

December 27, 1928 Cologne, Germany

Silent Refuge

News travels fast in the countryside, and when I started school many of the villagers knew that we were Jewish, although they really did not know what that meant.

November 10, 1933 Vilna, Lithuania

Traces of What Was

It was at the end of March 1944, on a cool, bright and sunny day, the beginning of spring, the time of renewal of life, that the SS came to take the children.

September 19, 1920 Mezőcsát, Hungary

Dignity Endures

November 14, 1932 Budapest, Hungary

Never Far Apart

After all those terrible years when I so fiercely protected her and she clung to me for love and security, those “wise” social workers separated us, leaving us each to manage on our own in a strange environment.

August 29, 1924 Humenné, Czechoslovakia

Survival Kit

For the second time, I found myself about to be interrogated…. I wouldn’t confess to being Jewish this time, knowing it would mean certain death. How could I die now, after all we had managed to get through? I would not allow myself to die by their bloody hands. These thoughts pumped courage into my veins.

September 16, 1927 Nagyvárad, Hungary

The Last Time

All we wanted was to be together, but not together like this. We could not get out.

October 21, 1928 Komarów, Poland

A Child’s Testimony

I wandered almost all night. I was afraid. Every movement in the forest scared me. I was not afraid of ghosts. I was afraid of people.

April 24, 1935 Turka, Poland

The Violin

There was no room for standing or moving. When one person had to turn, all of us had to. The deeper we were inside the bunker, the less air we had.…We were not allowed to use our voices to speak. We could only communicate by moving our lips. Turn. Whisper. Turn.

June 01, 1930 Buczacz, Poland

Chaos to Canvas

December 06, 1929 Prague, Czechoslovakia

My Heart Is At Ease

We played a game of nostalgia, recalling memories of the past to forget, for a while, the terrible present.... The siren at 5:00 a.m. woke us to the morning reality of roll call. We each wondered if we were going to be given another day of life.

April 21, 1931 Újpest, Hungary

Vanished Boyhood

As soon as I heard the airplane engines I ran upstairs to watch the bombers approaching. It was dangerous, but I wasn’t scared. I prayed to God that those American planes would destroy the Nazis and the factories so we all could be free again.

September 15, 1919 Wolbrom, Poland

The Shadows Behind Me

I was surprised that Oskar Schindler, a German industrialist, would talk to me not as a Jew but as a normal person…. I thought that I must be having a nice dream.

July 13, 1925 Lodz, Poland

Album of My Life

I am the daughter of nobody. I have no sisters. I am nobody’s granddaughter or daughter-in-law, aunt or cousin. Who am I? My past is all gone. It disappeared….

January 06, 1911 Stanislawów, Poland

Memories From the Abyss

...the tragic decade of our lives during the war and its aftermath came to a close. We entered a new era with great hopes.

January 10, 1923 Pruszków, Poland

If Only It Were Fiction

Only a miracle could save me now. What God would accept my prayers? I was a fraud. I carried forged documents. I lied all the time. I wasn't who I said I was. But I wanted to live.

June 16, 1930 Bardejov, Czechoslovakia

From Generation to Generation

The mountains were almost 3,000 metres high… We had to climb to the peaks, where it was frozen and slippery. One single misstep could mean certain death.

May 25, 1920 Trstena Orava, Czechoslovakia

From Loss to Liberation

At first we weren’t sure what was happening, but by looking through a small ventilation pipe we soon found out. We saw the Germans, who had followed our footsteps in the snow. There was no way out.

February 18, 1924 Ajak, Hungary

Alone in the Storm

Writing opened the lid of my box of buried memories. Looking back at my long life’s journey, I am dizzy contemplating the rough road and the distance I have travelled.

July 05, 1913 Brandýs nad Labem, Czechoslovakia

Knocking on Every Door

There was a feeling of imminent danger… we were all subject to the mad and ever-changing rules of Hitler’s Germany. We were desperate to find a safe haven.

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I wonder how often it has been said that life is precious. So often we are inundated with this idea. Life is fleeting, not guaranteed, short. What I have come to understand through my experiences with both palliative care and hospice is that what lies on the other side of life is just as precious. That is, death itself is precious. In some regards the process of dying demands more respect, honesty, and bravery than that of living. The amount of audacity it takes for an individual to accept their inevitable fate, decide that comfort is more important than treatment, and approach their last breath with peace is quite possibly the most admirable and beautiful human act I have had the privilege of witnessing. I do not believe I fully understood this concept prior to my palliative care and hospice experiences, and honestly, I believe this is largely because I was intimidated by the idea of death and having conversations about death, especially the idea of having a conversation about an individual’s death with that individual.

Our society discourages us from thinking about death. From a very young age we are bombarded with the idea that death is morbid, dark, and off-limits. This institutionalized mindset that death is taboo is hard to overcome, something I think I found personally challenging about this experience. I realized that a patient is only going to be as comfortable in discussing their death as you are comfortable in discussing it with him or her. While spending time with Hospice Palliative Care Charlotte Region clinicians, I had the privilege of witnessing what I thought would be impossible conversations conducted multiple times with a wide variety of patients from all walks of life. Each time, I was taken aback at how comfortable not only the physician or nurse was at leading this conversation, but also at how well the patient responded. Yes, there were definitely patients and family members that were tearful and clearly upset. Yes, there were moments when the patient would verbalize how unfair the situation was or how angry they were at the circumstances. Yes, there were moments where it seemed like there was no right way to answer the questions the patient and their family were asking. However, what was most apparent was that the patient, the patient’s family, and the hospice or palliative care physician were working together as one team with the same goals. It was truly inspiring to see a physician take on a patient’s situation as their own in such a sincere and empathetic way while being so available for the patient. I truly saw empathy go beyond what I thought possible during these two short days. I aspire to live out empathy as a medical student, resident, and physician in the ways in which I saw it manifested during these two days.

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Uber and Lyft — whose ride-hailing services bring an estimated 45,000 cars into the city each day — generate trip data every time they pick up or drop off a passenger. This data, say city transit officials, is essential for long-term planning.

And yet, as a recent draft report from the San Francisco County Transportation Authority makes clear, mobility tech companies have declined to share vital data with city and county transportation planners.

That draft report, “Emerging Mobility Evaluation Report: Evaluating Emerging Mobility Services and Technologies in San Francisco ” evaluated mobility companies currently operating in the city against the city’s guiding transportation standards. The problem is the lack of data: Fully 85 percent of all possible “outcome metrics” were not reported by any company, Uber and Lyft included.

And that’s no mere oversight. In a 2012 filing to the California Public Utilities Commission , Lyft argued that trip data was a “closely guarded trade secret” that guaranteed Lyft’s ability to raise capital investment and compete in a market dominated by Uber, which Lyft characterized as “ruthless.”

The CPUC agreed. In May of 2017, CPUC attorneys refused to share ride-hailing data with the San Francisco County Transportation Authority.

This is an egregious mistake, according to both Jason Henderson, professor of geography and environment at San Francisco State, and Andy Thornley, senior analyst in the Sustainable Streets Division of the San Francisco Municipal Transportation Agency.

Henderson and Thornley agree that while newer additions to mobility — standing scooters, mopeds and e-Bikes — need to fit into long-term plans, the lasting changes that will lower emissions and decongest city streets that will only come by regulating the number of cars on the streets.

Both men agree that, without the raw data from the ride-hailing giants that’s embargoed by the CPUC, efforts to plan for the future of transportation in San Francisco will be fruitless.

According to Henderson, the CPUC has agreed to allow the data to remain secret because of political pressure from the tech sector. “They have political operatives who say ‘no, we don’t have to share data. We’re a private company.’” Henderson noted that Uber hired Obama-administration alums to lobby state officials. “As a result, we have no policy.”

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