I’m a holocaust survivor, and I’m extremely lucky to be alive.
In 1942, out of a population of 90,000 Jewish people in Slovakia, 60,000 were sent to death camps, over a 6 month period. However, because my father was an advisor on crop improvement, he was provided with an exemption. Had he not been, I would have been on one of those transports and I would have been murdered.
But in 1944, even though they were losing the war, Germany began making its final roundup of Jews in Slovakia. Hoping to buy us some time, my . . .