Survivors' Stories

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.”
Elie Wiesel

Gail Weinberger

  • From: Czechoslovakia / Hungary (Kiretski)
  • Liberated from: Scandanavia
  • Deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau from: Czechoslovakia (Munkach)
  • Current Location: USA (NY and FLA)
  • Year of birth: 1930

Brief Bio

Gail (Weiss) Weinberger is from Kiretski, Czechoslovakia. The fourth of six children, Gail was thirteen years old when the Nazis invaded her town. Gail and her family were forced to live in the ghetto for six weeks prior to being deported to Nazi German Concentration and Extermination Camp Auschwitz. En route to Auschwitz, Gail’s beloved grandmother, whom had lived with her since birth, died. Upon arrival at Nazi German Concentration and Extermination Camp Auschwitz, Gail was separated from her mother, younger sister, and her brother, never to see any of them again. Later, following her initial shower and hair shaving at Auschwitz, Gail was reunited with her older sister, Tobie. Gail and Tobie kept each other alive for the remainder of the war. At the time they were liberated, Gail was fifteen years old, and weighed only fifty-six pounds. Following liberation, Gail spent one year in a Swedish hospital recovering from tuberculosis. Just before Gail and her sister Tobie were scheduled to emigrate from Sweden to Palestine, their brother, Mechel, found out that they had survived the war and insisted that they relocate to Cleveland, Ohio together, where their uncle had agreed to sponsor their immigration. After some time in Cleveland, Tobie moved to New York to get married, and Gail followed. Soon after, Gail met her husband, Samuel Weinberger, another Holocaust survivor. Together they led a traditional observant Jewish life on Long Island, raising three beautiful children. Today, Gail shares her time between Boca Raton, Florida and Lawrence, New York; where she is adored by her six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

What does Auschwitz mean to you?

To me, Auschwitz means “Hell” – the fright, the worry, the hunger! Hunger is all we spoke about there. I worked near the crematoriums with other girls, folding the clothes when people took them off before going to the crematoriums.

My message for future generations is…

My message for future generations is never to forget and always speak out – no matter what! We should fight back! And thank God that we have Israel!

Who will be accompanying you on this journey?

Accompanying me on this journey will be my daughter, daughter-in-law, two of my granddaughters, and one of my grandsons.

*Does not want to be interviewed by the press.