Life in the Ghetto was
terrible. People were shot for no apparent reason. When a Jew walked past a
German guard, he had to remove his cap and walk in military manner; otherwise he
would be beaten. Our rations were also very meager: horse meat, margarine,
flour, and potato peals. All men and women over the age of fourteen were forced
to perform slave labor at the military airfield in Kovno. Being only
thirteen, I was not required to work; however, I used to work at the airfield as
an “Angel,”(Malach
in Yiddish) being sent by someone else to perform his day’s
work. For my efforts, I received two slices of bread and some
margarine while the man I substituted for got his work card
stamped. Thus, we were both winners; I got something to eat and the
other person had a day off from slave labor.
One night we
heard loud banging on our apartment door. As we opened the
door there were several German SS soldiers and Lithuanians asking
for me by name. They took me to the Ghetto prison and the next
day I was sent to a small town called Marijampole. Other young men my age were
also rounded up at the same time. We were housed in the town
synagogue. We had to dig trenches for an underground telephone
cable. I was unable to communicate with my family to let them know
that I was alive. They kept us there for approximately three months.
Each day every prisoner was expected to dig one hundred meters
(three hundred feet) of the trench. Anyone who did not complete the
required task was beaten severely. I remember a German SS guard who
was not older than nineteen or twenty. That soldier was the most
vicious prutal person I have ever encountered, we called him the
snake. He was always yelling and foaming from the mouth. If he did
not like someone he just pulled him off the trench, and shot him
dead.
There were
some Lithuanian laborers at that work site. One day I befriended
one of these Lithuanians who told me that we were going back to the
Ghetto. In addition, he gave me a little duck, already killed and
cleaned, which I brought back to my family and my dear mother cooked
us a delicious meal. Upon returning to the Ghetto I was assigned to
work in the Ghetto laundry that was part of the Ghetto workshops.
My job entailed hand scrubbing and washing German uniforms with
bullet holes that were returned from the Russian front. After the
uniforms were cleaned they were sent to the tailor shop for repairs
and re-issued to German soldiers.
After
working at the laundry for a few months, I was assigned to a
clothing warehouse where I sorted out clothing removed from Jews
that had been shot at the Ninth Fort. One day, I found a pair of
shoes that were my mother’s size. I never forget the look on her
face when I gave her those shoes. She was happy to obtain those
shoes and also very sad that a few days earlier they had belonged to
some unfortunate woman whose life was taken by those despicable
murderers. I had risked my life in taking those shoes; if I had been
caught I would have been shot
I recall a
tragic incident, on Novemeber 18, 1942 German guards captured a man
trying to escape from the Ghetto by digging a hole under the barbed
wire fence. They accused him of having a revolver and gold. The
Nazis forced the Jewish Ghetto police to build a gallows and hang
that man while the entire Ghetto population watched. He was left
dangling like a rag in the wind for twenty-four hours as a warning
that no one else should try to escape. Before being hung he asked
the Jewish Ghetto policemen to give his love to his mother and
sister, who were shot the following day. The man’s name was Nachum
Mek. Though many people like Mek failed to escape from the Ghetto,
some people succeeded and joined the partisans in the forests
fighting against the Nazis.
August 16,
1941 the German governor ordered the Jewish Ghetto administration to
supply five hundred intellectuals to work in the Kovno archives
outside the Ghetto. My uncle Moshe Nisin volunteered to go, thinking
that he may obtain some additional food rations for his family.
Instead, they were all taken to the Ninth Fort and shot. That left
my aunt Henna to take care of her four small children, yet there was
no way they could have survived by themselves without my uncle to
provide for them.
September
26, 1941 the Nazis and their Lithuanian collaborators rounded up
several thousand people, took them to the Ninth Fort and shot them.
Among those shot were my dear grandparents Joshua Yakov and Genesa
Gruzin. They were the kindest people who never hurt anyone or spoke
a harsh word against others. Before the war they lived in a
storefront, which consisted of one large room without any
facilities. My grandfather used to buy and sell empty vinegar and
soda bottles. That one room served as a living room, dining room,
kitchen, bedroom, and my grandfather's bottle warehouse. they had
absolutely nothing. Why did they have to be murdered by those
barbarians?
October 28,
1941 was the most horrifying day in the Ghetto. An order was
issued that all Ghetto inhabitants must assemble on Demokratu Square at
6:00 AM. Once there, we were lined up in columns by work brigades.
My father, a World War 1 veteran was assigned to be a Ghetto
policeman, yet the Jewish Ghetto Police were unarmed being available
just to keep order. We stood in the column with Police and Fire
Brigade families. Several hours passed and then the selections
began. Each family had to pass SS Master Sergeant Helmut Raucke, as
he stood on a wood platform with a riding stick in his hand,
motioning some people to the right side and some to the left,
separating families and creating total chaos. We were sent to the
left. My uncle Chaim, my father’s younger brother, his wife Chiene,
and their two sons Icik and Israel were sent to the right side.
Suddenly my father happening to see that they were about to be taken
out of the Ghetto to the Ninth Fort, ran over to a SS guard and told
him that this were his family. The guard slugged my father over the
head with his rifle causing him to bleed profusely, but my father
did not give up, grabbing uncle Chaim and his family and placing
them with us, thus saving their lives by his action.
My father
told us later that he tried to find my aunt Henna and her four
children; however, it was to no avail, they were already on the
other side and were take to the Ninth Fort and shot. On that
horrendous day the murderers killed over nine thousand men, women,
and children. I still remember the sight of those poor souls walking
up the hill to the Ninth Fort with SS and Lithuanian guards at their
sides.
In July
1942 the Germans created a myth that the Ghetto hospital had typhus
and infectious patients. The German SS guards surrounded the
hospital, forced some Ghetto prisoners to dig a wide ditch around it
so that no one could escape and set the hospital on fire. They
burned alive all those inside including doctors, nurses, patients,
and small infants. We could hear the screaming and crying of those
unfortunate people After that tragedy there were just a few
physicians without medical supplies left in the Ghetto to care for
entire population. People died by the hundreds from sickness and
hunger.
September
12, 1942 my brother Charles got close to the Ghetto fence. A German
guard beat him severely, but he somehow managed to get back to our
apartment where he collapsed. I will never forget the look in his
eyes, as he lay there begging for us to help him. He kept on saying
in Yiddish Ratevet mir meaning, “save me, please save me”. On
the last day he was stricken with dysentery Three days later on
September 15, 1942 my dear brother died. He was only seventeen
years old. No one can comprehend the pain I felt for him, seeing
him gasp his last breath and not be able to help as I sat by his
bedside. Had there been medicine in the Ghetto, maybe he could have
been saved. We buried him in the Kovno Ghetto Cemetery and placed a
wooden marker on his grave. After the war, I was planning to travel
to Kovno in order to place a permanent monument stone on his grave.
But I was informed, that after the war was over, the Russians
destroyed the cemetery, moved some of the remains to another place
and built apartment houses on the cemetery site. This action by
the Russians was an unforgivable inhumane act. They did not even
have respect for the dead, even though the Russians lost twenty
million people during the war.
March 27,
1944 the Nazis ordered all inhabitants to remain in their
apartments, but leave the doors wide open. The Ghetto was aghast
with fear. We had no idea what was going to happen. The German SS
and their Lithuanian collaborators searched each apartment for
children under the age thirteen. They took the children to the
Ninth Fort or Auschwitz Concentration Camp and murdered them all.
The SS went from door to door and dragged those innocent children
and infants out of their parent’s arms, including two small children
from our apartment. That murderous operation took two days. Being a
youngster of fifteen, I could not imagine the despair the parents
felt to have lost their children in such a brutal and tragic way.
After that horrendous day a decree was issued that any woman who
becomes pregnant will be shot. Most women who were already pregnant
had to go into hiding in order to avoid discovery.
Life in the
Ghetto became worse daily. The Nazis converted the Ghetto into a
Concentration Camp, reduced our rations and continued rounding up
people for deportation. Out of the twenty-nine thousand Jews who
entered the Ghetto in 1941 only two thousand five hundred remained.
To place this in perspective, ninety-five percent of Lithuanian Jews
did not survive the Holocaust.
As the tide
of the war turned against the Germans and the Russian Army
approached Kovno in July of 1944, the Nazis began to remove all the
remaining Jews from the Ghetto. Many attempted to find refuge in
underground hideouts, but the Nazis flushed them out with killer
dogs, grenades and dynamite. The murderers set the Ghetto on fire
and burned it to the ground. No one could have survived such an
inferno. All that was left standing were smokestacks. The
remaining Jews including my family were herded into cattle cars....
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