“Our most beautiful and earliest memories are of playing games together in the garden with stones and paths of yellow sand. After the war, everything started to change, and as father inferred, not in a positive direction.”

“My name is Peter Messner, and this German name has helped me several times, even though I am Jewish. Before the war, we lived in Czechoslovakia, and when Hitler came to power in Germany, my foresighted father decided to emigrate.”

“The Nazis shot my husband in Terezín right in front of my eyes. Then they transported the rest of the family to Auschwitz. In the end, my sister and I were the only ones to survive the hell of the concentration camp.”