my story
1. I was born Malvin Grunfeld, Esther Malka in Hebrew, in the town of Paricov, next to Trebisov, in Austria-Hungary, in what became Czechoslovakia. Today it is Slovakia. In my time, Czechoslovakia was administered in 5 sections, Cesko, Slovensko (where I was born). Morava, Sliezsko and Podkarpadska Rus. When I was 9, our family moved to Trebisov.
2. Trebisov was a town of about 7000 people, mostly farmers and peasants. Among them were 200 Jewish families. We had one synagogue, one rabbi, one shoychet, one cantor, and one cheder. We were all orthodox.
3. The townspeople were Catholics. In my youth, I remember signs, "Jews, Go To Palestine" but we got along in peace and harmony with our neighbors.
4. I was the youngest of 8 children. My family had lived in this region for hundreds of years. There were rabbis in my family. My grandfathers were rabbis. My mother married when she was 15 1/2 years old. Soon after I was born, my father was drafted into the Hungarian army in WWI, and was a prisoner of war for 8 years and so I grew up without my father until he returned when I was 9 years old. My oldest sister, Helen, was married to Bela Weinstein and they had 9 children. My second sister, Sylvia came, alone, to America in 1922. My sister, Lenke, was married to a rabbi, Nusen Elias Grunfeld. My sister, Zali, had a 9 year old boy, Shaul. My brother, Rumi (a nickname for Avruhum), was a yeshiva bocher. He had smicha, rabbinic ordination. My brother Irwin (Izak, or Icu or Yitzchak), luckily came to America in 1939.
5. In 1938, when Germany invaded Czechoslovakia, by surprise at night, they occupied Brno, and my sister, Lenke, and her husband, the rabbi, left everything they had in the middle of the night and came to my mother's house in Trebisov.
6. A few months later, we received a card from my sister, Helen. They had to leave their house in Galanta in 1/2 hour - she and her husband (a cantor and a shoychet) and their children, because they had no citizenship papers, and they were taken to a camp. That was the last time we heard from her.
7. In Trebisov, the first sign of the Nazis in Czechoslovakia was that Jewish stars were put on the Jewish stores that they should be boycotted. There was a curfew for Jews from 5 in the evening til 8 the next day. The Nazis came to our house and searched and looted. If you had 3 pairs of shoes, they took 2 and left you 1. They took clothes, furniture, whatever they wanted.
8. They knew where the Jewish people lived and they came to take the single Jewish boys away. My brother, Rumi, was taken to a labor camp.
9. They came to our house looking for Yitzchak. Three days before, he'd left for Prague, waiting to come to America.
10. Then the Nazis searched for single girls and women. I was hiding in several places in my town, finally, under the porch of my mother's house. One day, I could hear the Nazis above me looking for me.
11. It was Pesach 1942. My family all agreed I wasn't safe and I should leave Czechoslovakia and go to Hungary. You could be Jewish in Hungary. I spoke Hungarian (we spoke in our area Hungarian, Czech, Slovak, German and my mother spoke to us in Yiddish). However, it was illegal in Hungary for anyone to be a refugee. My brother-in-law, the rabbi, put his hands above my head and blessed me. He said, "Now you can do anything to save your life." I left in the night saying goodbye to my mother who was 62 years old, my sister, Zali, and her 9 year old boy, and my sister Lenke and her husband, and Rumi. That was the last time I saw my family. I walked together with a 13 year old boy, 7 miles, all night til we arrived in Hungary. The boy went on his way to Budapest. I stopped at my aunt's home, in Hungary, where they gave me the identification papers of their Jewish maid, Lea Ingel, and I went to Budapest.
12. I found places to stay and work. My profession was hatmaking. I had a small store in Trebisov together with my brother, Yitzchak, who fixed watches. It was his store.
13. Soon the same anti-Jewish laws came to Budapest and you couldn't be Jewish in safety.
14. In Budapest, there were a few Jewish friends I made and we used to meet every week in the park. It wasn't safe to talk more than you had to, however, we met just to be together. They were also refugees from Czechoslovakia. There were two brothers, Tibor Slezak (b. 1916) and Wily Slezak (b. 1921). Tibor also used the names Tibor Salgo, Sanyi Katyi, Darai Sandor and Alexander Karec who was from Yugoslavia. Wily had changed his name to Wily Salgo and also to Laszlo Fejes. And Jan and Gyuri Perl were also in the group.
15. The horrors of the war began against the Jews. And the bombing.
16. The group was meeting in the park. One day, Wily wasn't there. Everyone was worried.
17. In a few weeks, we heard the report that Wily was back. After being caught by Nazis, he was tortured. He managed to escape. Now he was all right but it wouldn't be safe for him to be outside because of the noticeable bruises and he had no proper identification papers.
18. Tibor, his brother, by himself, called the Hungarian Government National Printing Office, claiming to be calling for work papers for the Pantokemia (Pantochemia) Munitions and Button Factory in Budapest. He asked for 500 work papers. He said he was sending someone over to pick up the papers. The government printing office was Nazi run. With my own false identity papers saying I was Gizi Kovacs, I walked over to the Hungarian government printing office.
19. I was given forged papers by Tibor to show them and Wily walked with me and waited 3 blocks away, watching, to see if I would come out.
20. I got the papers. I gave the papers right away to Wily. And I went and got papers 2 more times. I always gave the papers right away to Wily. 1500 Hungarian government identification papers. We do not know today what was printed on those papers. And we do not know who got the papers. We only know 2 people. Wily was one of them.
21. I was in Budapest until the end of the war.
*also worked in Weiss's kosher restaurant on Dob utca in Budapest using the name Amalia.