The Neuwirths were a large Jewish family, with its headquarters in Gyewr, Hungary.
The parents were Pál and Sarolta. They were parents of seven children including two sons, János and Károly and five daughters Judit, Zsuzsanna, Erzsébet, Márta and Margit. A normal, happy family. Until the world turned dark.The first sign came early. In 1920 the grandfather Jakab was killed by two men. They stole his money and a pocket watch which the King of Hungary had presented to him. It was more than a robbery--a hint. Hate was already spreading.
Then came the war. The two sons were first taken in 1942 and they were compelled to serve the army. No choice, hard labor, no way out.
But 1944 was the real nightmare. The rest of the family was dragged out of their home by the soldiers. They were packed into trains. Some one way, some another. Auschwitz. The name alone still burns.Sarolta and her two youngest daughters had never seen the second day--they were killed immediately they reached there. The father, Pál, was deported to another camp, Mauthausen. He died there in 1945. Erzsébet and Judit were also shot in Auschwitz.
And there were only three who survived, Zsuzsanna, and the two brothers, János and Károly. They returned to Gyor to their home when the war was over. But home wasn’t home anymore. The house was empty. The streets were quiet. Everyone else was gone.
That’s how it happens. Not all at once, but slowly. A bit of hate and a bit of silence. Then suddenly—it’s too late.

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