On June 21, 2014, one of the hundreds of commemorations took place at István Road 7, in the seventh district, organized by Katalin Weiler, a descendent of the author of a story detailed here in the "Story" section.
Description: On June 21, 2014, one of the hundreds of commemorations took place at István Road 7, in the seventh district, organized by Katalin Weiler, a descendent of the author of a story detailed here in the "Story" section.
Story: Tamás Weiler, June 2, 2014, on the yellow-star house at István Road 7 in Budapest's 7th district:
"Recollections of Tamás Weiler.
From my birth in 1935, I lived at István Road 7, and which is where my late sister Éva returned from the hospital when she was born in 1940, and my other younger sister Kati too, who was born in 1953. This is where my son was born, and Kati’s two children too. Our apartment is on the second floor facing the front gate, and had two rooms behind the three left-hand side windows, a windowless maid’s room, and another room looking onto the internal corridor. It was a tenement block and I remember that the owner and their relatives lived in the first-floor apartment facing the street.
Our room facing the courtyard was a leather goods workshops, where my father and mother (who was a seamstress) worked with their assistants. When I was born this room was separated off and turned into a separate flat, our first home.
When my father was called up for forced labor service, my mother was left alone with the two children and the workshop. It was decided that I would move in with my grandparents and my aunt who was living with them, on the then Gróf Tisza István Street in the fifth district. I was transferred from the school on Bethlen Square to the one on Szent István Square, which is where I completed classes 2 and 3. I remember that when I’d finished the 3rd class, that was when the yellow star was introduced. We weren’t allowed into the school any more, and together with my grandparents and 23-year-old aunt Kató Weisz, we moved into the “yellow-star house” at István Road 7.
Christian and Jewish children played together an awful lot in the house. Once, my friend Pufi had an accident in the attic when he cut his nose on the corner of a windowpane. He couldn’t go to the doctor. We always played in a group next to the carpet dusting frame. My two-year-old sister danced and sang, as she later did in the ghetto too.
Once I fainted in the cellar and I remember they slapped me so I’d come round. Jews had a separate place marked out for them in the cellar, and when I fainted my mother brought me forward into the airier part, despite the house commander’s protests.
(I could keep track of this Arrow Cross house commander’s nightly return home blind drunk for 20 years, and as my mother would never fail to say when she heard him, “let him die on the spot!” – Katalin Weiler.)
Among the non-Jewish residents there were some humane individuals who helped, they helped with shopping since the Jews were under a curfew.
One day, Arrow Cross men arrived in the house and drove women aged 19-25 down onto the ground floor. They took five young women away, among them my aunt Kató Weisz, who was killed in Bergen-Belsen.
My grandparents, mother, younger sister and I were liberated in the ghetto. When we returned to our apartment in February, as my mother was going up the front staircase, the Soviet soldiers were coming down the back staircase. The apartment wasn’t looted, everything was in order.
In 1948, my father returned from Archangelsk where he had been a prisoner of war, we’d received a postcard from him in the camp in 1945.
And then life went on in the house on István Road which became Landler Jenő Road, with the “they never came back” painful memories, forgetting, and not talking, wrapped in deep silence."
(Transcribed by Katalin Weiler.)