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Simon Wiesenthal

My name is Simon Wiesenthal and I was born on December 31, 1908 in Buczacz, in what is now the Lvov Oblast section of the Ukraine. When my father was killed in World War 1, My mother took my family and fled to Vienna for a brief period, returning to Buczacz when she remarried. I graduated from the Gymnasium in 1928 and I then applied for admission to the Polytechnic Institute in Lvov. However, I was turned away because of quota restrictions on Jewish students. I went instead to the Technical University of Prague, from which I received my degree in architectural engineering in 1932.

In 1936, I married my very beautiful wife Cyla Mueller and worked in an architectural office in Lvov. Our life together was happy until 1939 when Germany and Russia signed their "non-aggression" pact and agreed to partition Poland between them; the Russian army soon occupied Lvov, and shortly afterward began the Red purge of Jewish merchants, factory owners and other professionals. In the purge of "bourgeois" elements that followed the Soviet occupation of Lvov Oblast at the beginning of World War II, My stepfather was arrested by the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs - Soviet Secret Police (NKVD) and eventually died in prison. My step brother was tradgically shot, and myself, well, I was forced to close my business, and become a mechanic in a bedspring factory. Later I saved myself, his wife, and my mother from deportation to Siberia by bribing an NKVD commissar. When the Germans displaced the Russians in 1941, a former employee of mine, then serving the collaborationist Ukrainian Auxiliary police, helped me escape execution by the Nazis. Howeverm, I did not escape incarceration. Following initial detention in the Janwska concentration camp just outside Lvov, me and my wife were assigned to the forced labor camp serving the Ostbahn Works, the repair shop for Lvov's Eastern Railroad.

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Early in 1942, the Nazis formally decided on the "Final Solution" to the "Jewish problem". Kill them. Throughout Europe a terrifying plan was put into operation. In August 1942, My mother was sent to the Belzec death camp which almost killed me. I loved my mother very much. She was what inspired me to keep living and doing good. By September, most of mine and my wifes relatives were dead. Eighty-nine members of both families were tragically killed.

Because my wife's blonde hair, it gave her a chance of passing as an "Aryan,". I tried my hardest and made a ...

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