This photo was taken in the 1970s.
In the background is the Samorin synagogue, of which my father was the last rabbi.
The building deteriorated from the year 1944, when they rounded up and deported the entire community.
Luckily it wasn’t demolished, like many synagogues in Slovakia. About a decade ago, some man bought it, and had it renovated. It currently serves as a gallery and concert hall.
Before the war we lived in Samorin at 4 Hlavna St.
The document you see here was issued to me after I returned from the Mauthausen concentration camp, and was practically broke.
I had no place to go in Samorin, because the building we'd lived in was occupied, Nagy Sándor's family was living there.
They were decent people, they freed up that large room for me right away.
There was just one old ottoman there, and one closet. Nothing else.
This is a picture of me and my class mates in the 6th grade of the gymnasium I went to. The photo was taken in the academic year of 1925-26, in Bratislava.
Interviewer: Martin Korcok
Date of Interview: July 2004
Mrs. Lofflerova lives in an old-fashioned building in the heart of Bratislava, with her daughter and son-in-law. The apartment is furnished with old-fashioned furniture.
Mrs. Lofflerova’s room is decorated with books, pictures and the portraits of her favorite politicians – among others Emperor Franz Joseph, T. G. Masaryk  and Vaclav Havel .
This picture was made on our vacation in Slovakia. Dad asked the street photographer to make us a picture and he gave it then to mom for her birthday in August.
We would always go somewhere in summer, and if it was warm, we would head for Vidlak Pond, which is about 15 km away. We even went there on workdays, after dad finished work.
On the weekends we would go swimming, often in the River Sazava. We also went to Caslav, which is about 15 km away. That is where my mom's cousin on my grandfather's side, Vera Mullerova lived.
This photo was taken in the summer of 1938 in Postyen. From the left: my mother, Rozsa Kauders, my sister, Klara, me and my father, Istvan Kauders. During the previous year's trip through Vienna and Czechoslovakia, we spent a day in Postyen. We liked it so much that the next year we travelled there and spent two weeks in a bed and breakfast there.
This is Ilona, my father’s only sibling. She married Zsigmond Brechel, the son of a very well-to-do family from Beszterce [now Bistrica, Romania]. That was a patriarchal Jewish family in Beszterce. They had a brewery called Hohrich and Brecher. They made a quality of beer that was very well known in Transylvania.
In this photo you can see my father, Saia Grunberg, at the end of World War I. This photo was taken in Trentschin-Teplitz, what is today Trencianske Teplice in Slovakian. He was held prisoner there by the Austro-Hungarians until the war was over, in 1918.
In this photo you can see my father, Saia Grunberg: he is the second from the right, in the back row. The photo was taken during World War I, when he fell prisoner to the Austro-Hungarians and had to stay in Trentschin-Teplitz, in what is today Trencianske Teplice, in Slovakian. I think the man in the middle of the back row was the one who supervised them, because he isn’t wearing the white collar the prisoners had to wear.