My mother risked everything to deliver me from evil
Judy Bahar, 81, Randwick, NSW.
My parents sat with their friends, drinking coffee and sharing stories.
Playing on the couch,
I listened in.
“Let me tell you about my time in Auschwitz,” one friend began.
It was 1948, and at four years old, I didn’t yet understand we were Holocaust survivors.
My mother, Zsuzsi, 33, didn’t speak of the war often, but over time, from the bits she revealed, I sensed we’d faced horrors.
As Hungarian Jews, we were fated for extermination after Nazis took control in 1944.
“Men were conscripted to slave labour,” Mum told me.
I was only five months old when my father, Zoltan, was taken from our city, Debrecen.
Days later, women and children were moved to…
