“ I remember they took Mother away, I was left with my brother and sister. I naively thought my mother would be back the next day. That evening - and this is one of the things I remember most vividly - my sister wanted Mommy. I tucked her in and didn’t know what to prepare for them to eat. I said: Mommy will be back by morning, and I gave them all sorts of things I could find around the house. [..] The next morning I woke up, and Mother was not there. I sat and thought what to do. I am a child. You couldn’t go out, they [the Germans] kept a curfew, and for a few days it wasn’t possible to leave the city at all. They allowed two hours, when food could be brought in.

I knew where Mommy kept some coins, up in the larder. I went there and took some money out. I don’t remember exactly what I bought [..]

The next day - this I do remember - I decided to prepare for them some noodles. In Hungary they are called “Gombus”, balls made from flour, and filled with jam. I remembered Mother used to make them. I started preparing the noodles, put them in a pot, but it came out like one big chunk. I cried so hard: ‘Mommy, where are you? Come back’.”