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I wonder where we’ll sleep tonight. I wonder when we’ll eat. My mother, my elder sister Magda and I stand in a long line of women and children, inching towards a man with cold and domineering eyes. I don’t yet know that this man is Dr Josef Mengele, the infamous Angel of Death. As we draw near, I see a boyish flash of gapped teeth when he grins. His voice is almost kind when he asks if anyone is sick. Or over 4. 0 or under 1.

When someone says yes, he sends them to a line on the left. My mother has grey hair but her face is as smooth and unlined as mine. She could pass for my sister. Magda and I squeeze her between us and we walk three abreast.‘Button your coat,’ says my mother. Stand tall.’ There is a purpose to her nagging. I am slim and flat- chested, and she wants me to look every day of my 1. Unlike me, she has realised my survival depends on it.

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Our turn now. Mengele lifts his finger. Is she your mother or your sister?’ he asks.'Just a month before I was sent to the concentration camp, I had been a pretty ordinary teenager — but with an extraordinary ambition. I wanted to represent Hungary at the Olympics.' Pictured: Edith Eva Eger at 1. My mother, my elder sister Magda and I stand in a long line of women and children, inching towards a man with cold and domineering eyes. I don’t yet know that this man is Dr Josef Mengele, the infamous Angel of Death. I cling to my mother’s hand. But I don’t think about which word will protect her.

I don’t think at all. Mother,’ I say. As soon as the word is out of my mouth, I want to pull it back into my throat. Too late, I have realised the significance of the question. Sister, sister!’ I want to scream. Mengele points my mother to the left. Panicking, I start to run after her but he grabs my shoulder.‘You’ll see your mother very soon,’ he says. She’s just going to take a shower.’ He pushes me to the right.

Toward Magda. Towards life. Watch Wind River Download Full. My mother turns to look at me and smiles. It is a small, sad smile.'For years I’d done five hours of rigorous ballet practice every day after school; then I’d discovered gymnastics and joined an Olympic training team.' Pictured: Edith in 1.

Magda and I are marched off to stand in front of some low buildings. We are surrounded by thin women in striped dresses. One reaches for the tiny coral earrings, set in gold, that have been in my ears since birth. She yanks and I feel a sharp sting.‘Why did you do that?’ I ask. I’d have given you the earrings.’She sneers. I was rotting here while you were free.’I wonder how long she has been here and why she is so angry. When will I see my mother?’ I ask her.

I was told I’d see her soon.’She gives me a cold, sharp stare. There is no empathy in her eyes; just rage. She points to the smoke rising from a distant chimney.‘Your mother is burning in there,’ she says. You’d better start talking about her in the past tense.’Just a month before, I had been a pretty ordinary teenager — but with an extraordinary ambition. I wanted to represent Hungary at the Olympics. For years I’d done five hours of rigorous ballet practice every day after school; then I’d discovered gymnastics and joined an Olympic training team. Recently, my teacher had taken me aside.

She was crying. My team place had to go to someone else, she said, because I was Jewish. I wasn’t the only one with a talent. My sexy and flirtatious sister Magda played the piano, and our middle sister Klara had mastered the Mendelssohn violin concerto when she was five. She was away studying music in Budapest on the night the Germans came for us. Storming into our flat, they told us we were being resettled and had to leave now. Despite a chill in the air, I put on a thin blue silk dress — the one I’d been wearing when my boyfriend Eric gave me my first kiss. It made me feel protected.

Daylight was breaking as we arrived at a large brick factory, where 1. Jews would be held for nearly a month without beds, running water or adequate rations. A girl only a little older than me tried to run away. The Nazis hanged her in the middle of the camp as an example.'We arrived at a large brick factory, where 1. Jews would be held for nearly a month without beds, running water or adequate rations.

A girl only a little older than me tried to run away. The Nazis hanged her in the middle of the camp as an example'All too soon we were on our way to Auschwitz, 1. For what seemed like days, my parents didn’t speak.

Then, one night, I heard my mother’s voice in the dark.‘Listen. We don’t know where we’re going. We don’t know what’s going to happen. Just remember, no one can take away from you what you’ve put in your mind.’Her words helped to save my life. I am in shock. I can’t picture my mother being consumed by flames. I can’t fully grasp that she has gone. And I can’t even grieve.

Not now. It will take all my concentration to survive the next minute, the next breath. Night is falling when we are marched to gloomy, primitive barracks where we will sleep on tiered shelves, six to a board. With our bunkmates, Magda and I try lying on the top tier. Then I hear the sound of woodwind and strings and think I must be imagining it.

An inmate quickly explains that the camp has an orchestra. The door rattles open. On the threshold is the uniformed officer from the selection line. Dr Mengele, it turns out, is not only a killer but also a lover of the arts. He trawls the barracks in the evenings in search of talented inmates to entertain him.

He leads me, naked and wet, down a hall and into an office with a desk and chair. He leans against the desk and looks me over, taking his time. I hope whatever he plans to do to me will be over quickly. He walks in tonight with his entourage, casting his eye over the new arrivals. The inmates already know I’m a trained ballerina and they push me forward.‘Little dancer,’ Dr Mengele says, his eyes bulging, ‘dance for me.’The familiar opening strains of The Blue Danube waltz filter into the room. I’m lucky. I know a routine to this.

As I step, bend and twirl, he never takes his eyes off me. But he also attends to his duties as he watches. I can hear him discussing with another officer which one of the 1. If I do anything to displease him, it could be me. I’m dancing in Hell. I close my eyes and hear my mother’s words again: ‘Just remember, no one can take away from you what you’ve put in your own mind.’And as I dance, I have a piercing insight.

Dr Mengele, the man who has just murdered my parents, is more pitiful than me. I’m free in my mind, which he can never be. He will always have to live with what he has done. I close my routine by doing the splits, and pray he won’t kill me.

But he must like my performance because he tosses me a loaf of bread — a gesture, it turns out, that will later save my life. When he leaves, I share the bread with all my bunkmates.'Could I have saved my mother? Maybe. I can continue blaming myself for ever for making the wrong choice — or I can accept that the more important choice is not the one I made when I was 1. Pictured: Edith today After that, I work hard at developing my inner voice.