'… the Nazi Jewish business started, right, in 1933, I remember. I can still see it - one morning when I went to school - a group of Jews being dragged through the town, half-dressed, you know, and beaten up, and with a big sign, "I'm a Jewish swine", things like that. I remember that and I hated it.
From that moment on - since the maids would not go in and buy in the Jewish shops, my mother went and bought herself and only in Jewish shops; and she sent me to buy in Jewish shops too. So, of course, I was beaten up by the SA*, who were standing in front of the Jewish shops. And, of course, I was molested in school; children said "Oh, she bought that in a Jewish shop; she's pro-Jewish" and so on.'
'We had many difficulties because he was not a Communist, and because he always - he could never close his mouth; he said what he thought. And three times he was kicked out of the hospitals, as the head of the hospitals, for political reasons. Once he was to be shot for being an anti-Communist and, you know, all sorts of accusations - espionage against the left, and so on and so forth.
And he just barely managed to get out of it; but he lost his job; he was kicked out of the brigades. Then, again, when the situation became pretty bad at the front they called him back because they needed a doctor. But they didn't have much confidence in him. Whereas, with me, they never bothered. I was young and they were satisfied with my work and that was all they bothered about. But, my father they hated.'
'We were separated by the evacuation; but I found them again in this little place where everybody else was. My mother, half dead, lying in a corner; and my father arriving half dead from another place. It was just horrible.
It was the most dreadful place I've ever seen. You know, big camp - people were lying on the streets, in the mud, wounded; it was horrible.
I was hardly able to walk. I had to walk along the houses, holding on, you see, because I couldn't walk alone, I was too weak.
I finally found my mother in a theater*. There was a little theater in that village. And on the stage, bed next to bed, and stretchers and everything, there was my mother, half dead.'
'As I was working with the British Mission then I can tell you of what happened to some of our friends. Do you remember the husky German doctor who became director of the hospital in Valencia after you left? His wife took charge of the nurses. I've forgotten his name (Glaser). He had suffered from typhoid fever and like the rest of the Internationals without a country he too was put in the Argelese* Camp. … I did not recognise him when I saw him. He looked like a living skeleton.'
'I left the building. And I was already figuring out in my mind, I thought "My God, I made it. I'm going to get out and I'm going to get back to the hotel and I'm going to write a card to Bob," because we had arranged that I was going to send him a card right away, how long I intended to stay; and whether everything was all right.
"I am going to write to him that, unfortunately it didn't work and I am just going to have to stay until Monday."
I was just figuring that out in my mind when I heard steps behind me. And then I knew that was the end.
I didn't even turn around. And after a second somebody just put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Criminal police. Would you please come around the corner with me?"'
'After having again been questioned continuously for 12 nights running and being hardly able to stand up from fatigue, she was taken from one of the interrogations into the karzer one Whitsunday. (A karzer is a solid concrete cell with nothing in it.) After 16 days she was again released into the cell. Mrs Wallach was in a terrible physical condition, had been beaten black and blue, her face badly swollen. In addition, she was completely filthy, not having been given an opportunity to wash during the 16 days. Her wrists were badly swollen from handcuffs.'