Rudolf Vrb Memories Of Holocaust Survivors

Rudolf Vrba is a name that will be remembered for decades. He, with a childhood friend, escaped from one of the most notorious Nazi death camps. Auschwitz. Just the mention of the name can bring back haunting memories from Holocaust survivors. Memories of families being ripped apart, mutilated, and burned. Memories of a time when Jews were persecuted for doing nothing wrong. A time when they had to fight for every minute of life. A time during which almost unfathomable war crimes were being committed daily for a man by the name of Adolf Hitler. This is where the story begins.
Walter Rosenberg was born on the 11th of September 1924 in the Slovakian town of Trnava. Vrba entered the Nazi death camp Auschwitz on the 30th of June 1942. For two
On a few occasions, the pair had to do something they had intended not to do. They had to ask for help. Just imagine having to aske for help from someone who very well may turn you back over to the Nazis. It was a terrifying thought, and yet, Vrba and Wetzler did what they had to do to survive. On one occasion, they wound up in a town and it took all night to get out, just to run into another small village. And so, they approached a house and knocked on the door. Luckily, a nice, Polish peasant woman greeted them on the porch and sheltered and fed them. The woman, already poor, woke them in the middle of the night, gave them and English pound of money(she would not take it back), and sent them on their way. On another occasion, one day after narrowly escaping a German patrol, they ran into another Polish peasant. The peasant told them to wait until nightfall, and that a man would come to assist
At the sight of the weapon, they expected the worst. But the woman gave them more food, and, seeing the way Vrba and Wetzler ate, the man laughed. The weapon was not for the pair of fugitives that had come to him for help, but just in case that the two were not fugitives at all; just in case they were Gestapo seeking out people helping escaped Jews. The man then took Vrba and Wetzler to his home and told them that he would help them reach the border in the morning. He also gave Vrba a pair of slippers for his overly swollen feet. The next morning, the man showed them the Slovakian border. The pair thanked the man gratefully, and moved as quickly as their bodies allowed them to the