Eliezer Ayalon was born in Radom, Poland. He lived with his family in the Radom Ghetto until 1942, when Eliezer was separated from his family, who later perished in Treblinka. He was imprisoned in five different camps in Poland and in Austria. Ayalon was liberated in May 1945, after a death march to the Ebensee concentration camp. He arrived in Palestine on November 8, 1945, served in the army, and later became a tour guide. He is married and has children and grandchildren. Mr. Ayalon's book detailing his life is titled  A Cup of Honey: The Story of a Young Holocaust Survivor.

“My name today is Eliezer Ayalon. My former name was Lazar Hirschenfeis. That was my family name in Radom, Poland. I was born in 1928 in a city called Radom, Central Poland and I grew up with my family until the Germans invaded Poland and then like the entire Jewish community in Radom we were pushed into the ghetto in 1941. The ghetto was liquated a year later in 1942. All my family except me was sent to an extermination camp called Treblinka. I was lucky, maybe it was a miracle, and I think I owe my life to my mother who foresaw that maybe she could save one of her children. It was me [sic]. I was then about thirteen years old. It was me, because I was occupied in a German installation outside the ghetto and as such I got a special labor card which protected me from deportation to camps. This made it possible for me to survive and not be sent together with my parents to die. I survived on my own, in five different concentration camps - two in Poland and three in Austria - and lived up to this great day in my life, on May 6, 1945, when I was liberated by a unit of George Patton’s [U.S.] army. The Allied Forces reached the camp on that day, and I was among 18,000 inmates who could hardly stand on their feet. I was picked up by a group of Jewish soldiers who served in the British Army known as the Jewish Brigade. They took us out from hell, from Austria, into Italy - which was the headquarters of the Allied Forces - and we began to return to life, which wasn’t that easy. I [spent] six months in a youth village, with some 300 children of my age - 16 or 17 - and I remember that the struggle to return to life was very tough, but after six months we recovered and I always wanted to come to Eretz Yisrael [the Land of Israel], then called Palestine. So, in this youth village we were prepared for aliyah [immigrate to Palestine]. We learned Hebrew, we studied about the history of the Land of Israel and on the March 5, 1945, we got a message that we were included in a group of 300 children to receive a certificate - a visa, to make aliyah to Eretz Yisrael . I remember the joy, the dancing and singing that evening when the Jewish Brigade brought us this good news. The following day we boarded a ship in southern Italy and after four days of sea voyage we reached the land of Israel and I remember the moment when I arrived. Four days ago, I celebrated my 62nd anniversary of arrival into this country. It was November 8, 1945. The moment the boat arrived, Haifa and Mount Carmel looked like heaven. There were groups of 30-40 people supported by the Jewish Agency of Palestine in those days, and we were put up into different schools to continue our education that we missed in the Holocaust. I ended up in Jerusalem, [..] Here began my new life in a country with the Jewish people. I felt that I had been saved.