From Terezin to Montreal
by Liselotte Ivry, MOL 1999, 2001

There was great sadness and despair in the camp. We had to say good-bye to all the people with whom we spent close to seven months, knowing their fate. Our senses by that time were very numb and that was the only way we were able to cope with this horror.

From Forced Death March to Liberation
by Judy Cohen, MOL 1998

I have absolutely no idea how I, along with the few others, survived. I cannot even remember everything. Our minds were clouded from starvation and hopelessness.

The Death March
by Max (Tibor) Eisen, MOL 1998

As the march continued we turned black from frost. All we had on our bodies were the striped prisoners' garb. We had no gloves. We had little caps, but nothing to protect our ears. I managed to find a paper cement bag which I put under my top. This helped a lot. As in my days in Auschwitz, to be resourceful meant life.

Anita Ekstein: A Profile
by Anita Helfgott Ekstein, MOL 1996, 1998, 2000

I was a child of seven when the Nazis came to our town in Poland. We had been occupied by the Soviets for nearly the first two years of the war. We were taken to a ghetto in a larger town ...

Ann Kazimirski In Profile
by Ann Kazimirski, MOL 1997

We were in the ghetto when the third and final pogrom broke out on 13 December 1943. This third Aktion was to accomplish the goal of making our town, Vladimir Volynski, Judenrein - cleansed of Jews. German soldiers overran the ghetto and shot Jews at random. Many were killed while trying to escape by climbing the barbed wire fence.