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they  used  often  and  apparently  with  satisfaction.  The  standing
            women were counted many times to match the block report. Even
            the most seriously ill were pulled out of the barracks and most of-
            ten they did not survive the rollcall.

                 Most of the rollcalls did not include children who remained in
            the block during the time. There was a large group of us, both girls
            and boys. Of those, I only remember Frymka Kokocinska, Rysio
            Fagot and his cousin named Lonia. All three survived and left Po-
            land after the war. Frymka graduated from medical studies in Lodz,
            then left for Israel, where she married Danek Krakowski and be-
            came the head of the Ophthalmology Department in Tel Aviv.
            Rysio also emigrated to Israel and completed his medical studies
            there.
                 We constantly suffered hunger and lice, extremely annoying,
            impossible to get rid of. The worst thing, however, was that I fell
            ill with cystitis, which meant not only my feeling sick, but also the
            fact that I could not hold urine at night, which was a problem for
            the inmates lying next to me and under my bed.

                 My Mom worked hard, usually outside the camp grounds, at
            forest cutting, among other jobs. Hungry and sick, with rosacea on
            her leg, she ended up in the “revier” (that was how the infirmary
            was called), which was very unfortunate. At that time, I had to take
            care of myself, which was not easy, because in the difficult struggle
            for existence in the camp conditions, I had no support from any-
            one. Unluckily, aunt Reginka, who had previously been transferred
            to another camp along with several dozen other prisoners, was no
            longer with us. However, it did not last long, because despite the
            fact that hardly anyone returned from the revier, my Mom man-
            aged to save herself.
                 Our supervisor was Szura. She was a handsome, tall, manly
            cut, very energetic, sportily dressed Ukrainian woman. She had her
            own room on the block, separated from the general room by a
            plywood (?). Less can I recall the block supervisor, because I do




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