In April 1943, when he was eight, Siegfried Meir and his parents were captured by the Nazis and deported from Frankfurt to Auschwitz. Both his mother and father would perish, but fate dealt Siegfried a different hand.
The boy had spent his earliest years living under the Third Reich but could never have imagined the horrors to come. “We reached Auschwitz-Birkenau and the men who stripped the prisoners’ clothes off said to my mother: ‘Hide the boy; if the Nazis see him they’ll take him away and kill him.’ I spent two months hiding in one of those bunk beds until my mother died from typhus,” Meir said. “The other prisoners said they could not keep hiding me and suggested I show up for the prisoner roll call. So I did.”