Tibor Ehrenfeld

“My mother, born in 1886, was transported to Polish Auschwitz. She was in such a good condition, that she was able to work as a cook. Of course, in that group where she was, were also other people from Rožňava. At the end of the war, in January 1945, they agreed on running away together. Yet before leaving, my mom said: ‘Wait a second; I have something in the kitchen to take along.’ What it was, I never found out. She left and didn´t return. Those people from Rožňava came back home, but she stayed there.”

“When we got to the village of Pusztavám, there was a company of intellectuals; some were from Rožňava, too. As we came they told us, we would be leaving in the evening. However, in the end, we didn´t move on, because the commander had a vacation and had left to Rožňava. His name was Jozef Varga. Well, except those people from our company and men placed in different houses, on the next day, some people of German nationality arrived. They led our people to the field, made them dig their own graves and shot them down. There was also one pharmacist and one doctor. They all were killed. Then, after the war, a reconstruction was done and 99% of them were identified. Now there is their memorial at the main Jewish cemetery.”