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I was struggling to climb an icy bridge due to a heel sore, I fell over,
            slipped down a few steps and was severely bruised. In both cases,
            we  still  had  to  cross  the bridge  over  Zgierska  St.  at  Koscielny
            Square  (Kirchplatz),  and  then go  only  (or  as  far  as!)  the  entire
            Brzezinska Street.
                 Another route we chose more often led through the northern
            part of the ghetto, with the gate at Dolna St. (Talweg), then Ceglana
            St. (Steinmetzgasse), through Balucki Market (Baluter Ring) and
            Dworska to Mlynarska St. (Mühlengasse) to Brzezinska St. (Sul-
            zferderstrase). I remember that at one of the houses in Balucki
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            Market there was a signboard with the word “Cyrulik”  written on
            it, I did not know that term at the time. That route was actually
            shorter and safer because it ran mainly through courtyards, apart
            from the risk of direct contact with the guards and the uncertainty
            when they would allow people to pass through the gate (usually
            a larger group of people had to gather).

                 At  the  department  I  was  initially  assigned  to  weave  straw
            braids, which were parts of the straw shoes for the German army
            on the Eastern front. However, the work turned out to be beyond
            my strength and soon I was transferred to an office where I was
            engaged as a messenger. I was supposed to run with orders be-
            tween the buildings of the departments. When I turned out to be
            equally useless in this role, I was admitted to a tailor's school at
            Mlynarska Street. Later, I got a job at the tailoring department at
            13/15 Franciszkanska St. (Franzstrasse) where probably uniforms
            for the army were sewn. My job was to fetch the thread, collect the
            clippings and generally keep things tidy. I do not remember how
            long I worked in those departments. In each of them, once a day,
            we got a portion of watery soup with pieces of rutabaga in it, less
            often potatoes, and it was the highlight of the day.




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              Cyrulik – old-fashioned term for a barber – a profession of shaving, bathing, but also
            pulling out teeth.


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