In the year 1938, my parents were married in Budapest. Like any other new couple, my parents, Yehuda and Sara Meisels were looking forward to a blessed future not imagining that t e world around them is about to turn upside down. My sister Yehudit and I, Miriam, were born into the terrible years of the Second World War.

My father was engaged in the first years of the war in the task of saving refugees, especially Jewish children from Slovakia. He was caught doing it and as a punishment sent to clear mines from the battlefields. Somehow he survived this perilous work. Then the "Final Solution" came to Hungary. My father who as already marked as a criminal was sent in the early transport to Auschwitz. In this hell he succeeded in staying alive for a year and then was moved in the "Death March" to Buchenwald.

From there he was sent to the German Air Base in Pocking. His and his Jewish prisoners’ task was to repair the damage to the airport from the massive bombing of the allied forces.

Most of his friends there were killed by the bombing or perished due to the awful hunger. My father somehow survived. When the German forces ran westward, the American liberators found mounds of skeletons and my father was among the few who were barely alive. His 80 kilo body was now an emaciated 34 kilo

 After a period of regrouping my father organized the new life for the refugees who gathered from the nearby areas to Pocking. At this time my father found his wife and two daughters who survived the Budapest ghetto. A whole surviving family was indeed a rare sight then.

My father was then offered a position as a Rabbi in Chicago. But my father declined this chance for a quiet and tranquil life in America and my father and mother opted instead to devote their life to the rejuvenation of the broken souls who survived the holocaust. They also were privileged to establish new marriages among the refugees where my sister and I served as little bridesmaids to many of them.

One of the main tasks and functions my father was instrumental at was the unearthing of multitude burial sites where many bodies were dumped en masse. He reestablished orderly cemeteries to individually bury each remain and erected a monument on the graves of the adults, children and babies who were buried there, outlining the numerous names of the victims, among them victims of other religious denominations.

Every leader of a community strives to enlarge his flock. My father did the opposite. His ambition and undertaking was to reduce the size of the community by helping them to start a new life in other lands and mainly in the new and spiritual land of Israel which came into being in the year 1948. When this task was completed after four years, the Meisels family left Pocking and arrived in Israel on the first Independence Day of its rebirth.

In a wondrous way my father and Anna Rosmus discovered each other. When they were about to meet, my father, alas, died in Jerusalem. May our wonderful friend, Anna Rosmus, be blessed. She continues my father’s life undertaking to memorialize the innocent victims of the holocaust.

I would like to end my thoughts with a chapter from the book of Ezekiel the prophet: "Thus saith the Lord: Behold, I will open your graves, and cause you to come up out of your graves, people; and I will bring you into the land of Israel. And ye know that I am the Lord. And I will put my spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I will place you in your own land; and ye sha1l know that I, the Lord have spoken, and performed it, saith the Lord."