This was one of the most daring, dangerous, talked about, and legendary escapes in Auschwitz history.

That’s my story, Zachary, and I am sticking to it.

We lived in Jewish neighborhoods. Almost everyone you saw on the street was Jewish. It was almost like being in Eretz Yisroel.

L’dor v’dor, Your Honor, l’dor v’dor.”“Huh?”“It’s a Jewish thing, Your Honor, Don’t worry; I’ll be there.

Don’t leave me, Zayde. It’s too soon. I’m not a lawyer yet.

A ramp was lowered, and the group was ordered to disembark from the car. Max was one of the first to exit—he looked left, then right, and saw that the train contained over twenty cares, filled with hundreds of prisoners, bound and chained, in a similar fashion to his group. All Jewish? He wondered.