Story of a miraculous re-uniting

Here is a summary of Marcel Steinberg’s incredible story-----

After visiting a friend, he boarded a Manhattan-bound subway for his Fifth Avenue office…he happened to sit next to a man and was struck by the features of the passenger on his left. The man was probably in his late 30s, and when he glanced up, Marcel saw that his eyes seemed to have a hurt expression in them. The man was reading a Hungarian-language newspaper, and something prompted Marvel to say in Hungarian, “I hope you don’t mind if I glance at your paper.”

The man seemed surprised to be addressed in his native language. But he answered politely, “You may read it now. I’ll have time later on.”

During the journey they had quite a conversation. Marcel learned that the man’s name was Bela Paskin and that he was a law student when World War II started, he had been put into a German labour battalion and sent to the Ukraine. Later he was captured by the Russians and put to work burying the German dead. After the war, he covered hundreds of miles on foot until he reached his home in Debrecen, a large city in eastern Hungary. He immediately went to the apartment where his family had lived. He was told that his whole family, including his wife had been sent to Auschwitz, the death camp, by the Nazis. He was devastated and felt he could not remain in Hungary and travelled to France and managed to immigrate to the United States in October 1947, just three months before he met Marcel.

Marcel remembered listening to the struggle of a young woman that he met who had been sent to Auschwitz; from there she had been transferred to work in a German munitions factory. Her relatives had been killed in the gas chambers. Later she was liberated by the Americans and was brought to America in the first boatload of displaced persons in 1946.

Marcel felt It impossible that there could be any connection between these two people, but asked, “Was your wife’s name Marya?”

He turned pale. “Yes!” he answered. “How did you know?” Paskin looked as if he were about to faint.

They got off the train and Marcel found a phone booth and called a number. He recalled “It seemed hours before Marya Paskin answered.

When he heard her voice at last, he told her who he was and asked her to describe her husband. She seemed surprised at the question but gave Marcel a description. Then he asked her where she had lived in Debrecen, and she told the address.

Marcel asked her to hold the line, then turned to Paskin and said, “Did you and your wife live on such-and-such a street?”

“Yes!” Bela exclaimed. He was white as a sheet and trembling.

“Try to be calm,” Marcel urged him. “Something miraculous is about to happen to you. Here, take this telephone and talk to your wife!”

He nodded his head in mute bewilderment, his eyes bright with tears. He took the receiver, listened a moment to his wife’s voice, then suddenly cried, “This is Bela! This is Bela!” and he began to mumble hysterically. Seeing that the poor fellow was so excited he couldn’t talk coherently, Marcel took the receiver from his shaking hands and said to Marya, “Stay where you are I am sending your husband to you. We will be there in a few minutes.”,”

Putting Paskin into a taxicab, I directed the driver to take him to Marya’s address, paid the fare, and said goodbye.

Bela Paskin’s reunion with his wife was a moment so poignant, so electric with suddenly released emotion, that afterward neither he nor Marya could recall much about it.

“I remember only that when I left the phone, I walked to the mirror like in a dream to see if maybe my hair had turned grey,” she said later. “The next thing I know, a taxi stops in front of the house, and it is my husband who comes toward me. Details I cannot remember; only this I know—that I was happy for the first time in many years.....”

(Paul Deutschman, “Great Stories Remembered”, edited and compiled by Joe L. Wheeler WW2)