The rest of the year, he works as a volunteer at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum and, at age 93, still travels the country telling his dramatic story. That story not only involves frequent run-ins with Nazi occupiers in Austria, but also his journey to America, his entry into the Army shortly before the United States joined World War II and his role at Normandy on D-Day in 1944.
“It’s been a good life,” Stein said the other day as he relaxed at the Greenspring retirement community. “But also a sad life. There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think about my parents and the rest of my family. But considering that when I was 19 I didn’t think I would make it to 20, and now I’m 93 and I’m still talking? Unbelievable.”
Stein’s memory is undimmed, his vision of watching Adolf Hitler ride down Vienna’s Ringstrasse as the Germans marched into Austria as clear as it was in March 1938. His unspooling of the details of that dark time is the only way his implausible tale makes sense.
Stein’s parents, Eugene and Cecilia Stein, were born in Romania. They settled in Austria after World War I but never bothered to obtain citizenship documents. In the fall of 1937, when Charles Stein was 17 and wanted to attend the University of Vienna to study medicine, he had no family papers to prove his Austrian residency. He would have to pay a far higher tuition.
“I thought I was an Austrian,” he said, “but at this point I was stateless.”
He applied for Austrian documents, but because of his parents’ heritage, he was given an identification booklet that marked him as an “Auslander” — a foreigner. This turned out to be his lifeline around Nazi persecution and out of Austria.
After the Nazis annexed Austria in 1938, Stein witnessed numerous episodes of Jews being harassed or humiliated or having their businesses seized. When confronted by storm troopers, he was able to produce his auslander identification and would be released.
“It’s time to start packing,” he told his parents after watching crowds with raised arms saluting Hitler. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
But the impending horror wasn’t clear to his parents. “In their minds, a family was settled,” Stein said. “They were not going to move out. ‘We’ll see what happens,’ they said.”
Stein and his friends began visiting foreign embassies in hopes of getting visas. “They all told us where to go,” he recalled. He said the U.S. Embassy was different, but people there explained that the boys needed a sponsor in America in order to immigrate.
When Stein returned home one day, his mother told him that two of his former classmates, now in brown Nazi uniforms, had come looking for him.
“I went into hiding,” he said. “I didn’t go home anymore.”
Through friends, Stein heard that Luxembourg was granting students 14-day transit visas. Stein said that he ran all the way to the Luxembourgian Embassy and soon had a visa. He sent word to his parents to bring a gym bag of his clothes and meet him at the train station.