"Finally my turn came. There was my
younger sister - and she wanted to leave. She prayed with the Germans, she
asked to run - naked, she went up to the Germans with one of her friends,
they were embracing each other. He looked into her eyes and shot the two of
them. They fell together in their embrace, the two young girls - my sister
and her young friend.
I did not answer. I felt him take the child from my arms. The child cried out and was shot immediately. And then he aimed at me. First, he held onto my hair and turned my head around. I stayed standing. I heard a shot, but I continued to stand and then he turned my head again and he aimed the revolver at me and ordered me to watch and then turned my head around and shot at me. Then I fell to the ground into the pit amongst the bodies - but I felt nothing. The moment I did feel, I felt a sort of heaviness .. and then I thought "maybe I'm not alive anymore - but I feel something after I've died".
I thought I was dead, that this was the
feeling that comes after death. Then I felt that I was choking; people
falling over me. I tried to move, and felt that I was alive and that I
could rise. I was strangling. I heard the shots and I was praying for
another bullet to put an end to my suffering, but I continued to move
about. I felt that I was choking, strangling, but I tried to save myself -
to find some air to breathe, and then I felt that I was climbing towards
the top of the grave above the bodies.
They were lying, all
dying, suffering; not all of them dead, but in their last sufferings, naked; shot,
but not dead. Children crying "Mother" and "Father"; I
could not stand on my feet .. the Germans were gone. There was nobody there.
No one standing up.