EvaMozesKor

Yes, I have been confronted by deniers, revisionists, and I have one simple response for them: I know I had a mother and father, and I never saw them again after Auschwitz, nor my older sisters. So if you know so much, tell me what happened to my family. If my story isn't true, I guess you will agree with me and will repeat after me, that you want your family to have the same destiny as mine did. If you don't believe my story about how my family ended up, I want you to say out loud that you wish the same thing for my family that happened to your family. And they are usually silent.

I got this card today for all the redditors. Wishing everyone to cheer up and have a happy Valentine's Day. The flowers are blooming and spring will come. Sorry I forgot to include a banana for scale.

http://imgur.com/1Y4uZCo

Oh my goodness lots of questions. The story, I will describe it in a very simple sentence. We were huddled in our filthy bunkbeds, crawling with lice and rats. We were starved for food, we were starved for human kindness, and we were starved for the love of the mother and father we once had. We had no rights, we knew we had to submit to the medical experiments in order to live. We had one major determination: To live one more day.

How was it returning to Auschwitz? Particularly for me, it was like returning to a place that for 40 years I wondered at times if it was real or was it a figment of my imagination? And to realize it was real, that what I remembered was correct, and that I actually recognized many of the buildings, removed that big monstrosity from my imagination. And also the fact that I could go into the camp and walk out and nobody shot at me, that feeling of being free was very, very reassuring. I realized that I have beaten the Nazis. I survived in spite of what they did to me. It's a feeling of triumph.

It's not too much, just too long to type. The most dangerous of the experiments were being injected with germs, diseases, and drugs. I was injected with one of those diseases and I was supposed to die. I beat the odds and I survived. But I know that from the 1500 sets of twins, only 200 individuals survived. The blood drawing was painful, but not as dangerous.

The other experiments - we had to stand or sit naked for up to 8 hours a day. It was so demeaning that even in Auschwitz I couldn't cope with it. The only way I could cope was by blocking it out of my mind, so I have very few memories of those long hours. What they were studying was how identical twins were alike and how they were different, and how well we fit the design of an Aryan race. They would measure and compare every part of us.

The observation labs were 3 days a week between 6-8 hours. The injections and blood taking were 3 days, alternate days. The only day we had "off" was Sunday, and that was the way we knew it was Sunday.

This is more fun than a barrel of monkeys.