Read reflections and testimonies written by Holocaust survivors in their own words.
After almost a year’s absence from my hometown of Miskolc, I arrived in Budapest with Shosha, my sister, and Rozalia, my mother. We stayed at the home of my aunt, Bozsi, and her daughter, Magda. My uncle, Moka, Bozsi’s husband, unfortunately did not return from forced labor.
Once, when I was a very young girl in Poland, I got lost walking with my aunt in the forest. “Are we in America?” I asked her. America was the farthest place on earth for a child my age.
There is no other monumental structure more powerful than the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
Listen to or read Holocaust survivors’ experiences, told in their own words through oral histories, written testimony, and public programs.
