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laczes….” , I do not remember the rest of it and no wonder be-
cause - as I have already mentioned - I never knew Yiddish.
One day, my Mom and I found ourselves on the other side of
Limanowskiego St., which happened very rarely. It was most likely
related to a visit to the doctor who lived at Rybna St. (Fischstrasse).
After leaving her, we were herded by the Germans and Jewish po-
licemen to Bazarowy Square (Basarplatz), where the gallows were
standing. Immediately afterwards, three men were brought in a
truck and we were forced to watch their execution. During the five
years of the war I saw many dead bodies, both in the ghetto and in
camps, or while being moved between them, but these hanged
men, still alive a moment before, stuck in my memory the most
and appeared in my nightmares for many years.

Shadows of the Past

It is understandable that as a child I did not know many peo-
ple, let alone their names, especially since I would never meet these
people again in the future.

My parents often sent me to Mr. Ajzen, who was the caretaker
of the house at 45 or 47 Limanowskiego St., why - I cannot recall.
He was a very nice man, an Orthodox Jew, whom I usually found
at prayer, always in full liturgical attire. Then I stopped going to
him, not knowing why. Now I know.
Another person who briefly came through my life and disap-
peared just as quickly was a boy with pretty blonde hair, his last
name was Lam (I do not remember his first name), who worked

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Majn Fater ist … (Yiddish) “ – …my father is a bootblack, a bootblack am I, I shine
my shoes, slippers …”

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