Descendant Stories

Susan Diamond

I was born in 1947 in Kosice, Czechoslovakia. I lived there with my parents and younger sister, not far from where the atrocities had been committed, and among the people who witnessed the horrors. When I grew up, life on the surface seemed normal; it was not an unhappy life. We were fairly comfortable, and my parents never spoke about their experiences during the Holocaust. But underneath it all I always sensed something that I didn’t fully understand, a certain burden, some unexplained issues. Read More

Lily Levy

I was born after the war in Siedlce Poland, my parents’ hometown. I was a few months old when we moved to France, where we lived for a short period of time, and from there we left for Israel, where we settled. I was about a year old when we got there.

An only child, I grew up in Tel Aviv, in a silent house. It was not an unhappy home, just silent. Neither my father, nor my mother ever spoke to me about their Holocaust experiences. There were other survivors in our neighborhood; in fact, all of our relatives and family friends were Holocaust survivors. Read More