You arrived in a cattle wagon, branded by a number just like an animal. Each morning you were called by that number. You ceased to exist as a person, you had no name, no past, no present and no future. You didn't have to go, you could have escaped, but you had to protect the girl you loved. You couldn't, she vanished through the chimney, she was only 15.
You went on, determined that this could not be the end. You fought with everything you had, to stay alive. Went on auto-pilot, endured the beatings, hunger, typhoid. Death became a familiar guest in your quarters, you were not afraid anymore. The Americans liberated your camp, they nurtured you back to life, that was hanging by a very thin thread.
You returned, to the very land that betrayed you and willingly assisted to have you murdered, but you stayed. Should you have? In my view, no, you shouldn't and you see that now 68 years after the facts. You did build a life, had a family, blessed with grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
On April 7th , 2013 you turned 86. Ironically your birthday fell on Yom Hashoa or Holocaust Remembrance Day. How symbolic it is.
A15859 has a name, Zoltan Angyal from Debrecen, Hungary; my hero, my Zoli bacsi, my Dad!
I promise you, we will never forget, and me personally never forgive!!!!
Happy Birthday!!!!! Love you!!!!!
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