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 In the children’s home the helpers mothered us in the deepest sense of the word. It wasn’t an orphanage, but a children’s home with about 45 to 50 children. In one room I slept with seven girls who were all about the same age. It was quite a big room. We all had a bed and a bedside table. Luckily my bed was near the window, so I could read late at night by the moonlight. Here we also played our favourite family-game of mother, father, brothers and sisters. I can remember the sisters **Erika and Meta Haitner**, the sisters **Ruth and Thea Fuss** and the twins **Ruth and Regina Anders**, who we called Anders dolls. I remember the sweet twins **Ernst and Herbert Czerniak**. In the children’s home the helpers mothered us in the deepest sense of the word. It wasn’t an orphanage, but a children’s home with about 45 to 50 children. In one room I slept with seven girls who were all about the same age. It was quite a big room. We all had a bed and a bedside table. Luckily my bed was near the window, so I could read late at night by the moonlight. Here we also played our favourite family-game of mother, father, brothers and sisters. I can remember the sisters **Erika and Meta Haitner**, the sisters **Ruth and Thea Fuss** and the twins **Ruth and Regina Anders**, who we called Anders dolls. I remember the sweet twins **Ernst and Herbert Czerniak**.
  
-{{fehrbelliner92:​ernst_c_2.jpg?​400|Ernst und Herbert Czerniak}} +All of the these children died in Auschwitz. I can’t remember the names of any of the other children. They were different ages and not in my class. I was also the only child who Fräulein Bamberger sent from the //​Volkschule//​ to the Jewish //​Mittelschule//​. It happened like this:
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- All of the these children died in Auschwitz. I can’t remember the names of any of the other children. They were different ages and not in my class. I was also the only child who Fräulein Bamberger sent from the //​Volkschule//​ to the Jewish //​Mittelschule//​. It happened like this:+
 Mrs. Bamberger called me into her office. Of course I was really scared because I didn’t know what I had done. You weren’t invited into her office every day. To my great but pleasant surprise she explained to me that I was to be sent to the //​Mittelschule//​. Beforehand I had to take four different exams. The school was in the Grosse Hamburger Strasse and was later a deportation center. It was from there that I was later sent to Auschwitz. As I have said, I learnt a lot in the //​Mittelschule//,​ was very happy there and felt fine. We learned interesting things, for example different languages, all at the highest level. I had lots of good friends there, all were my age. There were 55 children in one class. My best friend was **Ruth Knebel**. She had a fat black plait. She and the other children collected clothes for me so that I had something to wear. All the children were friends and had befriended me as well. Most of them had at least one parent, whereas I was completely alone. Later almost all of them were killed. **Ruth Knebel** was one of the first to be taken away, the others later. I don’t know what happened to the rest of the children. Their sad, inhuman fate remains a deep chasm in my life to this day.  Mrs. Bamberger called me into her office. Of course I was really scared because I didn’t know what I had done. You weren’t invited into her office every day. To my great but pleasant surprise she explained to me that I was to be sent to the //​Mittelschule//​. Beforehand I had to take four different exams. The school was in the Grosse Hamburger Strasse and was later a deportation center. It was from there that I was later sent to Auschwitz. As I have said, I learnt a lot in the //​Mittelschule//,​ was very happy there and felt fine. We learned interesting things, for example different languages, all at the highest level. I had lots of good friends there, all were my age. There were 55 children in one class. My best friend was **Ruth Knebel**. She had a fat black plait. She and the other children collected clothes for me so that I had something to wear. All the children were friends and had befriended me as well. Most of them had at least one parent, whereas I was completely alone. Later almost all of them were killed. **Ruth Knebel** was one of the first to be taken away, the others later. I don’t know what happened to the rest of the children. Their sad, inhuman fate remains a deep chasm in my life to this day. 
  
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 **Bergen-Belsen** was really not a death camp, but the sanitary conditions were very bad and led to typhoid epidemics, diarrhoea and people died like flies. **Bergen-Belsen** was really not a death camp, but the sanitary conditions were very bad and led to typhoid epidemics, diarrhoea and people died like flies.
-Because we worked, the conditions were a bit better for us. The women from the orchestra stood together and supported each other. Because of this we didn’t lose heart and strengthened our morale. I slept, head to toe, with Hilde Grünbaum in one bed. Hilde cared for me and also another girl called Ilse. We were both the youngest in the group. ​+Because we worked, the conditions were a bit better for us. The women from the orchestra stood together and supported each other. Because of this we didn’t lose heart and strengthened our morale. I slept, head to toe, with Hilde Grünbaum in one bed. Hilde cared for me and also another girl called Ilse. We were both the youngest in the group. 
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 On 15th April 1945, Bergen-Belsen was liberated by the English. A large tank drove through the camp and announced our liberation. We had hoped that this day would come, but never believed that we would live to experience it. When we counted the number of survivors, we realised that many had not lived to see this day. In spite of all our care, we hadn’t managed to save everybody. Also, even on the day of liberation and for days after, many, many people died. On 15th April 1945, Bergen-Belsen was liberated by the English. A large tank drove through the camp and announced our liberation. We had hoped that this day would come, but never believed that we would live to experience it. When we counted the number of survivors, we realised that many had not lived to see this day. In spite of all our care, we hadn’t managed to save everybody. Also, even on the day of liberation and for days after, many, many people died.