The Boy From Auschwitz: A touching story of tragedy

The camp police, consisting of young Jewish boys, some of them my former schoolmates, lined us up at once in front of an S.S. officer. Without expression he recorded particulars: the names, former addresses, dates of birth, occupation, etc. of each one of us. It was not until eleven a.m. on Thursday morning, exactly twenty-four hours after our capture in the castle at Mariathal, that we were allowed into the barracks for a rest.
I stayed but a few minutes with my parents, and then I left the barracks for a cautious exploration of our cage. My first object was to try to establish the number of inmates interned in this particular camp. To my great horror I soon learned that the previous day a transport of a thousand people had been sent to Auschwitz which included my eldest sister, Ilonka, her husband, Romi, and their five small children.