Later that day, we were taken to the train station, where we were pushed into cattle trains and taken from Poland to Germany. I don't remember how long it took for the trains to reach Klettendorf, my first camp, but I do remember that I was hungry and scared and I just wanted to go home to be with my parents. I was only nine and a half years old. When we arrived at Klettendorf, Germany, I saw that it was a camp for men and women, who were separated by a wire fence. When the camp became too crowded, the women were transferred to Ludwigsdorf. I was a prisoner in the two camps for three years and eight months of my life, away from my family and loved ones. There were only three youngsters in that camp: myself; Polla, the daughter of the family we had lived with in the ghetto; and one other girl. The older Jewish women took us under their wings. It's something very hard to describe, but I soon realized that I would have to learn to endure the hardship, hunger, loneliness and humiliation.