"We arrived at 2am. There were searchlights. We were driven like cattle onto the parade ground. I was beaten by an SS guard with the back of his rifle. There was no choice – one had to carry on, otherwise there would be more beatings.
We all had to undress. It was the middle of winter. We stood naked in the parade ground while we were hosed down with ice-cold water. Eventually, we were given the concentration camp clothing: blue and white striped pyjamas. We were each given a number. Mine was 28411.
In Dachau, all the inmates were counted every morning and evening. It was a dreadful place. I saw lots of things happen. Elderly people would walk into the electric wire that surrounded the camp. In that way, they took their own lives before the Nazis did. People were shot just because they did not do as they were ordered by the guards.
In the overcrowded huts where we slept, we had to hang our towels next to our beds. The towel was no more than a scrappy piece of rag, but if it was not neatly folded, you were beaten. I was given the job of cleaning the windows of the hut. If there was one spot of dirt on the windows, you were beaten. There were no toilets, just holes in the ground. The fear that was instilled into us was chilling. We were too frightened to talk to each other.
One of the roll-calls stays in my mind. It was found that one man was missing. He was eventually found, but until then we were forced to stand in the parade ground for between 48–60 hours in the freezing cold. At least 40–50 people died as a result.
I survived that terrifying ordeal. I was 18 years of age. My parents eventually found out where I was. I was the only member of my family to be arrested and taken to a concentration camp at that time. I was allowed to write a letter to them. My parents and friends tried every effort to secure my release. The only way out was to produce papers for emigration.
When I came to be released, the SS asked me if I had any money to pay for my fare home. I had no money whatsoever. The guards replied, ‘then you can’t go. We are not paying.’ To my amazement a fellow Jewish inmate who was being released at the same time, looked up and said, ‘I’ll pay.’ And he paid my fare. But for him, I would have remained in the camp.
As we arrived on the train through Munich station, there were 3 or 4 Jews with trilby hats standing on the platform. They were waiting for any people being released from the camp. We looked like convicts with our shaven hair. They gave us their hats so that people would not know that we had just been released from Dachau.
I arrived in Bonn early in the morning. I didn’t want to wake my parents because a knock at the door in the early hours of the morning could be an SS raid. I waited for several hours outside the door until I felt able to ring the bell."