■Auschwitz surviver "Beware of hate".
The memory of my mother, going with her three children, with my little baby sister and my two younger brothers, going to the gas chamber, is the worst memory that I carry with me for the rest of my life.
My name is Max Eisen, and I'm a survivor of Auschwitz.
I saw her walk, I remember, all I could see was her back.
Carrying a baby in her arm, and my two little brothers.
There were no goodbyes said.
Six million Jews were murdered in the Holocaust. Over 1.1 million of those were killed here, in Auschwitz-Birkenau.
I was fifteen years old when I arrived here, May of 1944.
A9892. Hungarian Transports.
Max has returned every year for the past two decades to tell his story.
Here we are,
I want you to sort try to smell what this place smelled like.
Can you hear the voices?
Scratches with their hands. They were trying to go through cement walls just to get away from the gas that was killing them.
Imagine 2,000 people fighting each other for a breath of air.
You could to say that this is the last will and testament of people who died here.
From darkness to light, what a wonderful thing it is to know that you're alive.
Every year Max joins the March of the Living, in memory of those forced on 'death marches' from the camps.
Some 12,000 people recently marched with Max from Auschwitz to Birkenau on Holocaust Remembrance Day.
I'm thinking of my family, who have to no markers, no graves, whose ashes have been blown to the four corners of the earth.
I don't know how I survived.
I'm amazed how I survived.
I'd like to tell a lot to the world.
Respect each other, no matter what religion or colour you are.
Hatred against Jewish people is alive and well all over the world.
I come back here to tell others not to go down this terrible road of hatred and intolerance.
It' a warning. Beware.
This place reminds you to beware of hatred.