I come from a very poor family. A family of nine, lived close to a synagogue in a one-room apartment on the top floor of a three-story building.
My name Jakob Frenkiel .
When the Nazis came in and invaded our town they captured all the Jews and sent to concentration camps.
We were put in groups of men and sent to labor camps. We escaped from being killed by lining up with men getting tattoos instead of the line for those scheduled to die. The numbered tattoos on our arms saved our lives. By 1945, I ended up in Auschwitz where we were liberated.
At the age of 16, I made my way to the United States.