Page 16 - HaMizrachi_1_USA_Neat
P. 16

Ordinary

             Heroes            One-Way Ticket



                      achel   and    Judith      I too approached the sauerkraut barrel.
                      (Yehudit)  Flohr  were     Judith couldn’t move and I wanted to bring
              R two young Hungarian              her something, but at that very moment,   Agi and Miklos (left), and Rachel and Mena     (right) on their wedding day
              sisters who survived Auschwitz and   someone accidentally pushed me and I fell   Perhaps I would have ended it all there.
              Bergen-Belsen. Rachel takes up the
              story from the day of the liberation:  into the barrel! I can laugh now but it was   Who  knows  how  many  like  me  finished
                                                 disgusting. Somehow I got out though and   like that? How many were slain by despair
                                                 made my way to Judith with the cabbage in   even though their bodies were still there –
           … My sister was still on her feet. I   my hands.                             battered, scarred and depressed?
           remember the spark in her eyes, the joy, as
           she said to me, “The British are here! The   “Look Judith! Food! We’re free! We’ll get to   A little later, the British carried me to one
           Germans are fleeing!”                 Eretz Yisrael!”                        of their makeshift field hospitals. I shuffled
                                                                                        along and suddenly keeled over. That was
           I was on all fours by then. I weighed 25   But Judith replied, “Rachel, I’m about   the end. I knew it. I heard one of the doctors
           kilos and couldn’t hold myself up any   to die, but you will definitely get there.   say to a colleague, “Why did they bring her
           more. I was just too weak. But at last I   Promise  me  you  won’t  go  anywhere  else.   here? She won’t hold out till morning.”
           could believe we might get out of there.   Eretz Yisrael is our country.”
           We  would  live!  We  would  reach  Eretz                                    Hospital in Sweden  A Belgian doctor
           Yisrael! The two of us. Together. As we had   I refused to take her seriously. I was the   came and asked  me if  I  wanted  to go  to
           been until that day. If we had reached this   weak one. The idea of her dying was not   a hospital in Sweden, where they could
           moment  and  nothing  had  separated  us  –   an option at all. It couldn’t happen because   give me proper treatment. They couldn’t
           what could separate us now?           I couldn’t cope with it. It couldn’t happen   treat me properly in Bergen-Belsen and
                                                 because  if one  of us  was going  to die, it   I couldn’t return to Hungary in the state I
           However, it quickly became clear that the   would definitely be me, not her.   was in. I told him I didn’t want to go back
           very compassion, mercy, and the will to                                      to Hungary anyway.
           save us was the final nail in so many of our   On the morning of April 20th 1945, I tried
           coffins.                              to wake her up.                        Lying there in Belsen, I met Agi (Agnes)
                                                                                        Biro, and we became firm friends. She was
           After the British had entered the camp,   “Judith!”                          the only person I felt close to then and we
           they broke open the food storerooms and                                      decided we would stick together.
           handed out tins of preserves to anyone who   “Judith,  they’ve  come  to  take  us  out  of
           asked. They also opened a huge barrel of   here! We’re being liberated!”     They put us on a boat and we sailed
           sauerkraut and  the camp was now full of                                     to  Sweden.The locals met  us at the  port
           people walking around munching cabbage.   Silence.                           and gave us milk chocolate. That was the
                                                                                        first time we had ever seen milk chocolate
           For an instant it seemed like the moment   Judith, who had kept her portions of food   but we didn’t eat it. We feared we would
           of deliverance had arrived, but only for an   for me, who had carried me through the   never see it again so we hid it under our
           instant…                              death  march…  Judith,  my  wonderful,   pillows.
                                                 considerate, strong sister... Judith…
           Our  digestive  systems  – which  for  so                                    Deep down we were still prisoners.
           long had not been asked to digest more   Alone  Without Judith, I had no one in
           than a few crumbs a day, and sometimes   the whole wide world.               For the next four weeks, Agi and I lay side
           not even that – couldn’t take these foods.                                   by side and our relationship deepened. I
           People who had survived the hunger    No one would even look for me.         was suffering from heart failure, and my
           could not cope with the new abundance,                                       lungs were in a bad way. But I received
           and so many died.                     And  I  didn’t  have  the  slightest  sliver  of   good treatment and gradually began to
                                                 strength to carry on without her.      gain weight.

               16 16
   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20