Elly: My True Story Of The Holocaust

Elly: My True Story Of The Holocaust

Elly Gross

Language: English

Pages: 128

ISBN: 0545074940

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Told in short, gripping chapters, this is an unforgettable true story of survival. The author was featured in Steven Spielberg's Survivors of the Shoah Visual History Foundation.

At just 15, her mother, and brother were taken from their Romanian town to the Auschwitz-II/Birkenau concentration camp. When they arrived at Auschwitz, a soldier waved Elly to the right; her mother and brother to the left. She never saw her family alive again. Thanks to a series of miracles, Elly survived the Holocaust. Today she is dedicated to keeping alive the stories of those who did not. Elly appeared on CBS's 60 Minutes for her involvement in bringing an important lawsuit against Volkswagen, whose German factory used her and other Jews as slave laborers.

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backyard to plant forty fruit trees and in the front yard, thirty roses. With love, I watched how they grew. When they bloomed, it warmed my heart. Unexpectedly, one day, we received visas to leave our native country, our city, our home, and our garden. The man who was to receive our home demanded some changes. To receive our visas, we were required by law to give away our home; we had to pay the city for any requested changes, such as painting the house. The city took possession of our property

quickly and I remember first seeing a soldier’s neck. The order came, “Fast, get out fast from your home.” Quickly, we were ready to leave our home. Asking the question, “Misters, may I take a bottle of water, and please let me take a jacket for my five-year-old son?” Mommy was cursed, almost hit, and she was called never-heard names. The young man was from our street with whom in earlier times we climbed hills. In our hands, nothing; In our heart, love for one another as we walked down our

bodies covered with rags. Often it rained. It felt like a thousand needles stuck our bodies. Many got sick. The Nazis calculated that a healthy person would survive six months. On arrival, at the first bath, we placed our belongings under numbered hooks. None of us got our clothes, shoes, and other belongings back. They were packed and shipped as bonuses into Germany. For these shoes on display, the time ran out. The Russian army liberated the camp. The Nazis could not ship the piles of

black hair and black eyes. He loved me. Up to the age of ten, I was his only child, and I resembled his late mother. His mother had been pretty, with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a light complexion. At an early age, my daddy became an orphan. His father died in the First World War. Shortly after, his mother passed away. The four handsome children remained in the care of their late father’s brother. But this uncle sent the four boys away, and he took over their parents’ house. The young boys

clean drinking water. We were hungry and thirsty. The water was yellow and rusty. But it did not matter that the water was not clean, that it was bitter and metallic. We were thirsty. Because I worked, I was allowed to walk. Everyone said, “Kis kalyhas,2 bring water.” So I carried water to the bunks all day long. Sometimes, with a group of girls, we were sent to carry large canisters with food. Close to the distribution place, in the garbage, were piles of dirty potato peels. When the Kapo

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