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| My parents becoming US citizens shortly after the Holocaust |
We had a difficult time in the forest. Getting food was a
problem. ‘Eventually Mrs. Zuk, the forest ranger’s wife took pity on us. “It
was an awkward situation. Her husband had no interest in helping us But she had
a good heart. We paid her and she agreed to supply us with corn, barley, bread,
and potatoes. Her husband didn’t want to get involved with us and even scolded
her for getting us food. We would go into the house when he wasn’t around and
pick up the food she had prepared for us.
We cooked at night and slept during the day. During the day,
no one would venture outside. It was always dark in the bunker although during
the day, some light seeped in through the twigs covering the bunker. Many of us
developed diarrhea and used a big hole dug inside the bunker for a toilet.
There was of course no privacy.
By the end of November the first snow fell and we had to be
careful not to go outside and create footsteps in the snow. One of the people
in that bunker had developed a severe case of diarrhea and was embarrassed to
use that toilet so often. So he kept going outside even though Aron had tried
to stop him. No one could hold him back.
Some farmers noticed the footprints. 3 days ago early in the
morning Ukrainian and German police surrounded our bunker. They were shooting
all over. And then it stopped. Nobody moved. One fellow stuck his head out from
among the twigs and was shot in the head.
Aron realized that we were all doomed…
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