had my daughter in my arms and ran after the truck. There were mothers who
had 2 or 3 children and held them in their arms - running after the truck.
We ran all the way. There were those who fell - we were not allowed to
help them rise. They were shot right there, wherever they fell.
I also want to mention that my child said while we were
lined up in the ghetto, she said, "Mother, why did you make me wear
the Shabbat dress? We are being taken to be shot!". And when we stood
near the dugout, near the grave, she said, "Mother, why are we
waiting? Let's run!" Some of the young people tried to run, but they
were caught immediately, and they were shot right there. It was difficult
to hold on to the children. We took all children not ours, and we carried
- we were anxious to get it all over - the suffering of the children was
We were driven up to the grave .. when it came our turn,
our father was beaten. We prayed, we begged with my father to undress, but
he would not undress, he wanted to keep his underclothes. He did not want
to stand naked. Then they tore the clothing off the old man and he was
shot. I saw it with my own eyes.