I remember some anti-Semitism from my childhood. It usually took the form of name-calling, fighting, or being chased by other kids. They probably learned this from home as no one is born with such an attitude — it is taught. Such incidents were simply seen as part of life. Hungarian Jews were not deported until near the end of the war, but life started to become more difficult for us in the late 1930s and early 1940s. At first we did not know what was going on in other countries. But by 1939 we began to see Polish Jews passing through our town carrying suitcases and packages. I did not give much thought as to why they were escaping. I cannot remember my parents talking about leaving Hungary. I know we had some relatives in the United States, with whom they were in contact. My father never really mentioned leaving. Life was still bearable and comfortable. Hungary was one of the last places where anything real bad happened to the Jews.