Auschwitz, August 2011.
This is where my father, his parents, sisters, sisters-in-law and a couple of babes-in-arms would have debarked in late May 1944, when the Mukachevo (Munkacs) ghetto was emptied.
Everyone except Dad went into gas right away. A few weeks later, as the Soviets advanced westward and the Germans began to shut down the camp system in the east, Dad was shipped out with thousands of other Hungarian Jews to the newly established labor camp at Lieberose (of which more later).
Photos are courtesy of my best friend and one true brother, Ken Murphy, without whom I would not have mustered the courage to go there.