the war broke out. A couple of days later, the Germans marched
in, marched in on the main street. They marched in
with--everything was motorized--motorcycles--and it looked nice
to me. Everything became like a parade. I was a kid so I
wanted to see a parade. So I went to go look at the parade.
My parents didn’t know that I was going. So there had been a shiksa over
there, a Polish or a German woman. She said, 'Here is a Jude,' and she pointed to me,
'A Jewish boy!' So I saw what was going
on and I snuck back home.
Well, it started to come to the
point when they started to grab Jewish people, before we were
all sent to the ghetto. They grabbed Jewish people to work,
to do different things, one being my dad who had been
grabbed to work too. My mother had been worried. He didn’t
come home on time, you know? When he came home, he told the whole
story—they grabbed him to work and they hit him. He didn’t
want to talk about it…A year later, they would surround the
ghetto with a fence. The people would go into the ghetto..."
--from Alter Pisarek of
Poland. Read an account of his life
before and during World War II by clicking