The Mazal Library
	A Holocaust Survivors' Personal Narrative
	A few days later the first transport of Jews left Szeged. Part of their luggage was taken from them. They put about seventy people in each cattle wagon. We only learned later about their tragic faith. The following day the second transport left, and finally, it was our turn. I don't want to write about the feeling that we had when at the Rokusi railroad station of Szeged [Jewish] slave laborers were bidding us crying good bye-s. Our transport started to move. We were guessing about our destination: Poland or Germany? We dreaded them both. The train was traveling at great speed. I did not have the mental strength to look out through the bars [placed over the windows of our wagons] at Pest as there were slave laborers standing at the station and I was afraid that I might see you (although I knew that you were beyond the borders) or that I might see Miklóska [author's twin brother]. The electric locomotive was carrying us fast. We passed by Györ [Hungary]; this was not the way I imagined my return to Györ one year after my first arrival there. To write something about my spirits - we spent the entire journey apathetically, arguing, and fighting most of the time. During our seven-day journey, we got canned meat once and got water twice. At Hegyeshalom [Hungary], I wrote a postcard to you, addressed to Lukács the pharmacist, and threw it out the window of our cattle wagon, asking the person who found it to please mail it. We arrived in Vienna [Austria] during a tremendous air-raid. They pushed us to a side rail section, where we were "relaxing" for three days without any water or food. I did not dare to meet your Mother's eyes, because through her beautiful eyes she kept looking at me with reproach. This is how it remained throughout the entire period of our deportation. Our lives were made of hard times. Our relationship changed on the day of our liberation, when I asked her who was right, and she happily answered that I was right. I will write more about this later. Our train started to move again, arriving at Strasshof [Austria] after a few kilometers, where we had to disembark. Since the barracks were full with people from a previous transport, we had to stay on a large field. It was terribly hot, my Ágicám got feverish. With [Dr.] Sanyi Nuszbaum's help, we were able to move to the "hospital" which had the advantage that we did not have to stay under the fiery sun, but could stay under the canopy of a pine forest. Of course, we still slept on the ground. Thank God, and you, who prepared for us a needed medical kit, my little Angel got well in a few days. One evening, during a driving rain storm, we moved into the barracks. They were terribly overcrowded, and it was only after much struggle that I could find a tiny place
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