In Auschwitz, Frieda was tattooed with the number 56802 and forced to live in terrible conditions. Prisoners slept in overcrowded wooden bunks, were given almost no food, and faced daily fear of selections, where guards chose who would be killed. Frieda saw people lose hope and try to end their lives, and she tried to comfort them. She worked long hours in factories connected to the camp, including one that made ammunition for the German army.
As the Allies advanced in 1945, the Nazis evacuated Auschwitz, forcing prisoners on brutal death marches. Frieda was sent first to Ravensbrück and then to Malchow, where many prisoners died from hunger or exhaustion. In May 1945, while being marched again, Frieda and three friends escaped into the woods. At first they feared they would be caught, but the soldiers they met turned out to be American and British troops—they were finally liberated on May 8, 1945.
After the war, Frieda returned to Poland to search for her family. She learned that almost none had survived. In Łódź, she met Wolf Hall, another survivor, and they married in November 1945. The couple lived in Displaced Persons camps in Germany, and had their first child, Mary, in 1947 and their second child, Chuck, in 1949. In 1950 they immigrated to the United States, settling in Seattle, where their third child, Esther, was born.
Frieda worked hard to build a new life and raise her family. She later reunited with her brother, who had survived in Russia and was living in Sweden.
At the end of her interview, Frieda said she regretted waiting so long to share her story. Her message to young people was clear and heartfelt:
“We have waited too long to tell this story. It is hard to tell, but we must, so it will never happen again.”






