My Bridges of Hope

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Dedicated to the State of Israel on the occasion of its Jubilee year and to the men and women—many in their teens—who lost their lives so that Israel may live.

First Simon Pulse edition March 2002
Text copyright © 1999 by Livia Bitton-Jackson
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Jackson, Livia Bitton.
My bridges of hope : searching for life and love after Auschwitz / by Livia Bitton-Jackson.
p. cm.
Sequel to: I have lived a thousand years.
Summary: In 1945, after surviving a harrowing year in Auschwitz, fourteen-year-old Elli returns, along with her mother and brother, to the family home, now part of Slovakia, where they try to find a way to rebuild their shattered lives.
ISBN-10: 0-689-82026-7 (hc.)
1. Jackson, Livia-Bitton—Childhood and youth—Juvenile literature.
2. Holocaust survivors—Slovakia—Biography—Juvenile literature.
3. Jewish teenagers—Slovakia—Biography—Juvenile literature.
[1. Jackson, Livia Bitton—Childhood and youth. 2. Holocaust
survivors. 3. Jews—Slovakia. 4. Women—Biography.] I. Title.
DS135.S55J33 1999 940.53′18′092—dc21 [B] 98-8046 CIP AC
ISBN-13: 978-0-689-84898-8 (Pulse pbk.)
ISBN-10: 0-689-84898-6 (Pulse pbk.)
ISBN-13: 978-1-4391-1590-9 (eBook)

Acknowledgments

Without the dynamic encouragement of my agent, Toni Mendez, and the brilliant literary guidance of Jeanette Smith, this book would not have happened. Their friendship and enthusiasm served as vital ingredients in the magic of creation.

In addition to her superb editorial skills, which provided inspiration for excellence, my editor, Stephanie Owens Lurie, her assistant, Meredith Gillespie, and the rest of their team combined professionalism and humanity to create a remarkable circle of support.

I consider myself singularly fortunate in having worked in an atmosphere that made the writing of this book a labor of love.

Contents

FOREWORD

Chapter 1: Homecoming

Chapter 2: Back in School

Chapter 3: The “Tattersall”

Chapter 4: Daddy's Coat

Chapter 5: Miki

Chapter 6: A Letter from America

Chapter 7: Destination America

Chapter 8: The
Barishna

Chapter 9: “I Cannot Bear the Sun!”

Chapter 10: My First Job

Chapter 11: I Am Going on Vacation

Chapter 12: A Long Day

Chapter 13: The Certificate

Chapter 14: I Will Make It After All

Chapter 15: “Until Mommy and Daddy Return”

Chapter 16: Preparing for the Climbing Expedition

Chapter 17: A Rude Awakening

Chapter 18: Why Won't They Believe Me?

Chapter 19: Days Filled to the Brim

Chapter 20: A Painful Parting

Chapter 21: A Lost Child

Chapter 22: Dancing in the Square

Chapter 23: Gina's Secret

Chapter 24:
Briha

Chapter 25: The Haganah Camp

Chapter 26: “It Has Come to Our Attention ...”

Chapter 27: Vilo

Chapter 28: Our Last Chance

Chapter 29: The Transport Is in Jeopardy

Chapter 30: The “Screening”

Chapter 31: At the Border

Chapter 32: Freedom at Last

Chapter 33: Spring in Vienna

Chapter 34: Andy

Chapter 35: My Visits to the Hospital

Chapter 36: Good-bye, Vienna

Chapter 37: Back in Germany

Chapter 38: Camp Feldafing

Chapter 39: Camp Geretsried

Chapter 40: “So It Has Come to Pass ...”

EPILOGUE

APPENDIX A

APPENDIX B

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

Foreword

When I was thirteen, German soldiers bearing Nazi flags marched into Budapest, the capital of Hungary, and my life changed forever. Within days my family—my mother, my father, my brother, my aunt, and myself—were taken away from our home. We were delivered to another town where, along with thousands of other Jews, we were crowded into the synagogue compound designated as a “ghetto,” or a transit camp, to await “deportation.”

From there, a three-day ride in a dark, cramped cattle car with little air and no water was the prelude to our descent into the nightmare of Auschwitz, a concentration camp where close to four million people were mass murdered and a few thousand were kept alive to perform slave labor. My father was no longer with us. A few days
before our incarceration in the train he was taken away abruptly, without a last goodbye, to a different forced labor camp.

Upon our arrival on the Auschwitz platform, my seventeen-year-old brother was shoved brutally into a line of men. Then a frenetic march of panicky women and crying children began. Driven by barking, ferocious bloodhounds and an ongoing hail of blows, the march ended at the gate of the camp. Here a man named Dr. Josef Mengele decided whether people would live or die. With stick in hand, Dr. Mengele selected Aunt Serena for the gas chamber together with the infirm, the elderly, and mothers with their children.

Because I was tall for my age and my blond braids made me look Aryan, Dr. Mengele, the “Angel of Death,” pulled me and Mommy out of the line leading to the gas chamber. Instead of death in the crematorium, Mommy and I were condemned to life in the inferno.

Through a series of miraculous twists of fate, Mommy and I survived until the end of the war, a year later. On April 30, 1945, American soldiers liberated us from a train in which thirty thousand dying inmates from a
number of camps were being shipped to an unknown destination.

By another one of those incredible twists of fate, my brother, Bubi, was put on the same train, and the three of us savored the bitter taste of freedom together. Together we confronted the reality of life after liberation—the full realization of our tragic losses.

Then we began the journey home.

Little did I know then what agonies and adventures awaited me, and that our journey to reach a safe haven would take six harrowing years. This book describes those years, the remainder of my teens, when we young survivors attempted to reclaim our lives while carrying the burden of the past. It is the story of our frantic search for love and meaning at a time when the world around us seemed to be collapsing under the aftershocks of the war.

This is the story of triumphs in the face of overwhelming odds, of extraordinary events in extraordinary times. And yet, I believe it is essentially the story of a teenager. It reflects the struggles, fears, and aspirations shared by many teenagers at any given time.

That teenager could have been you.

Homecoming

Šamorín, June—July 1945

We are home.

The farmer who gave us a ride in his cart deposits the three of us—my mother, brother, and myself—in front of our house, the family home from which we were deported over a year ago. The house still stands on the hill where it has been for half a century. It huddles in the shade of the ample acacia tree, just like before. But it is no longer sunny yellow. Its faded yellow is dappled by gray. And it has no windows. They have been removed from their hinges.

We were brutally wrenched from its bosom more than a year ago, and now, like a mad old woman, the house gapes at us, uncomprehending, unwelcoming.

The three of us approach our beloved house with bated breath. One by one we move through the cobweb of time, across the small courtyard into the large kitchen, the airy salon,
the bedrooms. They are all bare . . . bereft of furniture, dishes, appliances, curtains, carpets. Even the water pump from the well is gone.

And there is a pile of human excrement in every room.

Our fondly remembered castle is a barren, debased skeleton. A vacant shell, divested of its soul.

Who did all this? Who robbed us of our home?

And where is Daddy?

“He must be staying with someone else,” Mommy reassures us. “How could he live here?”

How can anyone live here?

“Straw!” Mommy exclaims brightly. “Let's get some straw from our neighbors. It will be fine. We can sleep on straw.” Mother is back in her element.

Our neighbors, the Botlóses and the Plutzers across the street, and the Mérys down the block, are staggered when they see us. Are we ghosts having returned from the dead? They clutch their faces with both hands and shake their heads in disbelief. Alarm turns their exclamations into little shrieks of horror:

“Jesus Maria! Mrs. Friedmann?! Is that you?”

“Elli?! Can this be you?”

“Oh, sweet Jesus! This can't be young Mr. Friedmann!”

“You've come back! I can't believe it. We thought . . . we thought no one would come back from there!”

“Lord, how you've changed! I can barely recognize you!”

“How scrawny you are! I cannot believe this can be you!”

“What have they done to you?”

“Elli, what have they done to your hair, your beautiful hair? What's happened to your long braids? Why is it cropped so short?”

“Where's Mr. Friedmann?”

“Lady Serena? And the others? Where are they?”

“Has all the family returned?”

“Are they all so . . . skin and bones? So different?”

Mrs. Plutzer gives us a bundle of straw, a pitcher of milk, and a basket of eggs. Mrs. Méry brings a broom to sweep the floors. Mrs. Botlós carries bowls of fruit and vegetables. Mr. Botlós
brings planks of wood and boards up the windows. Others bring sacks of potatoes, bushels of firewood, and the house comes to life.

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