God is Crying for Us

We laid down our starved and tired bodies on the bare earth as dark clouds threatened above us. The clouds soon poured heavy rain upon us. I took this as a sign that God is crying for us. If the whole world keeps quiet and does nothing to help us, at least the faithful Almighty feels for us. The rain poured mercilessly on our bodies as the Sabbath entered on our second deeply sad Friday night.

At daybreak Saturday, the beautiful sun shone brightly in the sky. But we could relate neither to the sun nor to the rain. Our feelings deserted us; nothing penetrated our consciousness.

As we walked about, we discovered some barracks surrounded by barbed-wire fences. In the compound we see fellow Hungarian Jews, including some friends and relatives from Puspokladany. Their transport left Hungary after ours, going straight to the Strasshof concentration camp in Austria. Our transport was on its way to Auschwitz, but by some miracle was turned back from Poland and arrived here in the Strasshof concentration camp.

© David Muskal, 2001