there three weeks," they told us. He had
been shot in a summary execution at Gestapo headquarters on rue
Marcelin-Berthelot. Seventeen machine-gun bullets were in his neck and chest.
My brother Leon was deported and died of exhaustion from labor in the
Polish salt mines after eight months.
My two younger sisters, Mina and
Claudine, were put into the Jewish children's camp at Izieu, where we thought
they would be safe, but Barbie did not spare them when he liquidated that
children's refuge on April 6, 1944. My sisters were deported on June 30, 1944,
and were murdered when they reached Auschwitz.
In spite of her
age, the altitude of La Paz, and the suspense of waiting to face Barbie, Mme.
Halaunbrenner was not afraid. She knew she was going to be useful and that from
her mouth the Bolivians would learn how Barbie persecuted innocent people. On
Thursday evening, February 17, she told me she would go, and so I set our
departure for Sunday.
Since Mme. Halaunbrenner was stateless, Serge had
to run around like mad all of Friday to get her a passport. That same evening
the Bernard Lazare Club and the Union of French Jewish Societies arranged a
meeting at which I answered questions put to me by Henri Bulawko, the president
of the Brotherhood of Jews Deported from France. When he asked where I had got
the money to go to Bolivia, I said that I had been given the tickets, but that
money for our stay and for unforeseen expenses had not yet been forthcoming. At
that, the young LICA members pulled off their stunt of jumping up and shouting:
"That's shameful. We have to do something about that."
else said: "That's right. Let's take up a collection. Here's my contribution."
That collection and contributions from friends netted 3,000 francs.
I had asked Ludolph for copies of the pictures of Frau Barbie in 1940
that he had just uncovered, and on the morning after the meeting I flew to
Munich. Ludolph gave me the photographs, which were quite conclusive evidence.
I also met Peter Nischk, who gave me several documents, one of which, written
in English three years earlier, probably by Herbert John, was about Martin
Like a businessman I flew from Munich to Paris that evening.
It's no problem for businessmen, however, to keep going to South