The people actually, the underground people, brought a couple a lorries, open

lorries with bread, particularly bread, bread and...I don't know what they had

because I was too sick, too ill and too emotional to know what they had and

they tried to distribute actually pieces of bread to the people on the way in. But

as we have not seen bread for so many weeks, and we haven't seen any food

at all, some of the stronger of us prisoners jumped off the thing, came out and

tried to run towards the place where the bread actually was situated and that

really created havoc. And they themselves, actually, the partisans themselves,

or the liberators were literally afraid themselves. We did not behave like

human beings. We behaved like wild animals….I didn't get anything at all because I could not run. The bread actually, they distributed by throwing on the train, were wrongly, of course, you know, distributed. The bread should have been cut, but they threw complete loaves of bread. And very difficult actually - lips were dry and gums were sore and we couldn't bite into it. The only bit of bread I remember I saw on the floor of the wagon was somebody who got hold of it, has already had some of it and he dropped it by accident. I could not consume it. I couldn't...I couldn't even pick it up with my hand to bring it to my mouth. I was too weak to deal with a piece of bread in order to consume it. …And we were taken off the train according to the conditions we were. I could not move. I could not descend from the train. Quite frankly, the only thought came to me most probably they would leave me here as dead. The only thing it appeared

to my mind which I repeated so often is "Shma Yisrael, hashem elokeinu,

hashem echad". Do I say it now or do I have to wait when I won't be able to

say it? The only thing I remember - four of the young ladies came on the train,

sort of pushed me towards the door on a blanket, they put me on a blanket

and pulled the blanket across that, and the four of them carried me. I think one

could have lifted me up - I had no weight left behind - but four of them, those

were the instructions. I don't know how many of us, actually, arrived in

Theresiendstadt. I was told later on that out of the whole transport, several

thousand, there were only about six hundred or seven hundred survivors. How

many of these survivors eventually remained alive I don't know.

…First thing I encountered actually being there was human kindness for the first

time. I was absolutely dazed. I didn't know what to make out of it. Is this after

the war? Is this during the war? Have we been partially liberated? Wholly

liberated? What's going to happen? My mind started to work about three, four

days later. Where am I going to go now? Back to Buchenwald? Back to

Skarjisko, back to Transelhau? Back to Opatow where I was born, lived with

my parents? What's going to happen? I was not in a position actually to

converse with anyone, but all that came through my mind, not being able to

read, not being able to talk, not do anything at all. It was a question of just

lying and imagining and thinking out things….

…The week in Theresiendstadt was the first, of course, sign of my recovery,

but mentally I was tortured and tormented by the prospects of my future.

Although I could not express myself fully, but in my mind I was fully conscious

of the disasters which had taken place. No family, no home, no country, no

language, no education, no job and no future at all.

From the testimony of Salek Orenstein, Yad Vashem Archives 0.3-9520