![]() “Listen to me,” my father replied, “I know what I am doing, they should go.” Of course we didn’t go. My mother cried too, saying, “You are crazy, they can’t go alone!” We cried and said, “But Father, we don’t want to leave you and we can’t take the children alone.” He took Henry and me aside and said, “You must go to Russia and take the other children with you. My grandmother, however, refused to go my mother would not leave her and, naturally, my father would not abandon them. He thought we could get to the Soviet border and so he wanted us to escape while it was still possible. My father was aware of what the Nazis had been doing in Austria and Germany and knew that things would only get worse for us here in Poland. My brothers’ beds were moved into the other room, as well as my grandmother’s. The other couple curtained off part of the long kitchen and left us the part with the stove. There were only the two rooms, and we were already seven people living there. ![]() However, one day a soldier brought a couple to our small apartment and said that they were going to live with us. It so happened that Dworska Street where we lived was within the ghetto boundaries, so we didn’t have to move. In early December, they started to round up all the Jews in Lodz and the surrounding area and brought them to what would become the ghetto. Sure enough, the Germans invaded Poland on September 1, 1939, and the Nazis occupied Lodz seven days later.
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