Irene Safran
My journey to Auschwitz-Birkenau began on May 19, 1944, when I boarded the train with my parents, three younger sisters, and two brothers.
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My journey to Auschwitz-Birkenau began on May 19, 1944, when I boarded the train with my parents, three younger sisters, and two brothers.
As the German army pushed southward, taking over from the Italians, all occupied Adriatic territory, I was suddenly again on the run and in hiding. But this time I was not so lucky.
It began in May 1944 when my family and I were told to pack whatever we could carry and we were placed, along with many others, in an old factory building in Targu Muresh, Romania.
I was found in either an empty train wagon, or close to the rail station, by a Red Cross attendant in the little town of Milanówek, about 20 kilometers from Warsaw.
I was 7 at that time. It was in May, about a month before the war broke out (in the Soviet Union the war started on June 22, 1941). In Bessarabia there was an earthquake and it eventually came down to Balti (Beltsi), where my family lived at that time.
Sonia “Sarah” Lipowicz was born on July 10, 1923, in Chmielnik, a small shtetl in southeastern Poland. Chmielnik, first settled by Jews in the 16th century, was a good place for our people. Sarah was the third of seven children born to Avrum Lipowicz and Hadassah Berlin, who ran a flour mill together and lived a typical Hasidic family life.