Judit Ungárné Komoly

German occupation. Yes. And that a yellow star should be sewn up. And then I remember I had some disease, I think I had a sore throat. And I have to say that if I was sick, I could always lie in my mother’s bed. And then Dora came to visit me and then Dora told me so beautifully that "from tomorrow we have to sew up the yellow star, Jutik but don't be ashamed because it's a badge of the Jews and you have to wear it proudly, don't be ashamed of it because it's our badge, it's David's shield and see how beautiful velvet it is. " She already had the yellow velvet by then, and even my mother was told when my mother bought the material, then there in the Kén street grocery store, she was told, "Mrs, line up the star with red velvet, because soon you have to turn it over." Imagine, that's what my mother was told. My mother was very happy about that, really. And then Dora sat there by my bed for a long time and told me not to be ashamed and that I would sew it up and it was David’s shield and I didn’t have to be ashamed.

I went to school in 1940 and imagine Viola, it was here at Bakát Square. So for me now, the fact that I am here moves a lot of memories, because I went to the school in Bakát Square for 4 years and in the meantime I had to learn that I am not like the others and I got a lot of bad things for that. It’s not good to remember that, but now I will recall this memory so it will remain. So it was here at Bakát Square, the religion class was already in the first class and they told those of other religions to go elsewhere for religion classes. We went, there was some rabbi or teacher of faith, he taught pretty badly. There were a couple more Jewish girls in the class, so I wasn’t alone. Then we went to this religion class, absolutely not interested in what was taught there. However, I was more interested in the fact that the “kind” teacher asked me - she was already sitting on the podium, the heating was bad. I had a very good teacher in first and second grade and there was nothing bad yet, I didn’t know I was Jewish, I had a different religion, and that’s all. But then the third-grade teacher, the wife of a colonel, was sitting on the podium in fur coat and suddenly said, "Who remembers what she was called before?" So what does a zealous little school student do, so it turns out that I know and a couple more have raised their hands. “What was your name before? “Kohn” But I was never called Kohn, I was born Judit Komoly. Imagine Viola that I was called only Kohn from then on. Kohn stand up, Kohn answer. Well, that was my first good little experience.