“I arrived in Auschwitz from the Uzhorod Ghetto. Right off the train, I got into a selection. At that time we didn’t know what this was exactly about. But anyway, we were all scared, cold and frightened.

The long line moved fast. When my turn came, the SS-man in charge pointed me towards the line that kept growing with old and sick people. I obliged, as resolutely as I could.

“Die ist ja noch Milch und Blut,”* a tall man with a white gown over his black uniform shouted jokingly. I turned around and the man waved me back to the left line.

That one quip had saved my life. I later learned that the man in the white was the infamous Dr. Mengele himself.”

*She still got some flesh on those bones.