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begging for food. But this was a horrible mistake:<br />
two of the girls whom we had sent to the peasant<br />
were detained by him and we never saw them<br />
again.<br />
After this awful misfortune, Yisroel went to<br />
the village of Yadene, where he was born, and<br />
took along the youth from Warsaw. And so I, a 12year-old<br />
boy, was left alone, by myself with death<br />
staring me in the face.<br />
I decided to head toward the railroad station<br />
and somehow sneak into a freight train going to<br />
Russia. To do this, I had to return to Libivne. Since<br />
I was hungry, I tried to go to the Kampyonis, but<br />
luckily a Jew noticed me as he looked out from his<br />
hiding place in a barn. It was Pinye Pleve, who<br />
called me over and told me all about the terrible<br />
slaughter in Libivne. He was planning to go to the<br />
Pulover Woods, since he knew that area well, and<br />
he suggested I go with him.<br />
But nothing came of that plan. For while I<br />
was at the Kampyonis asking for food, a group of<br />
German soldiers came upon us and I barely managed<br />
to escape. I never saw Pinye again.<br />
I evaded the guards, managed to sneak into<br />
the railroad station, and climbed into a slowmoving<br />
freight train that soon passed Masheve<br />
an d reached Kovel. I noticed in the station many<br />
Ukrainian volunteers who wore triangular symbols<br />
on their jackets. I somehow got hold of such<br />
a symbol and pasted it on my jacket.<br />
I continued in the train with these Ukrainian<br />
volunteers until we reached Zdolbunov. Later I<br />
boarded a train filled with German soldiers and<br />
reached Kozatin, near Kiev. I fell asleep in the big<br />
station and later begged for food in a restaurant<br />
from the German officers.<br />
The next morning I sneaked into another<br />
freight train going to Vinnitsa. I was lucky to<br />
meet Mrs. Mialoritska, the wife of the Libivne<br />
lawyer. She told me there were no Jews left in<br />
Vinnitsa and she could not take me in because<br />
she lived there with her sisters. She did, however,<br />
barter for food some things I had been able to hide<br />
when I ran. away. I slept in empty stores together<br />
with some other "comrades," who robbed me and<br />
threatened to call the police.<br />
I was barely able to save myself from them. In<br />
the station I found a train that was going to<br />
Zhmerinke, in Transnistria, about which I had<br />
heard earlier. While crossing the Rumanian border,<br />
I met up with new troubles: the Ukrainians<br />
guarding the border were asking for permits. I<br />
wanted to escape from them by running, but they<br />
began to shoot at me. I was lucky that it had<br />
become quite dark by then. I fell into a ditch and<br />
the guards lost sight of me.<br />
A peasant woman who saw me told me there<br />
was a small ghetto in Zhmerinke. A Jewish<br />
woman wanted to take me in, but she first had to<br />
report me to the head of the ghetto, according to<br />
the German orders. The Judenrat questioned me<br />
and decided not to let me stay in the ghetto but<br />
sent me to Voroshilovke, which was 5 or 6 miles<br />
from Zhmerinke.<br />
In Voroshilovke, I found 10 or 15 Jews with<br />
their families. They were truly fine people, but<br />
they said they could not help me much: The<br />
Rumanian police knew them all by sight, and if<br />
they saw a new face, it would be very bad for me<br />
and them. Having no alternative, I returned to<br />
Zhmerinke. But the chairman of the Judenrat<br />
threatened to betray me to the Germans.<br />
I realized that things were very bad for me.<br />
And so I resumed my wanderings along roads<br />
where danger lurked at every step.<br />
Along the way, a gentile woman saw me and<br />
told me to go to Maropa, and I started off in that<br />
direction. I also met another Jewish boy who had,<br />
like me, been chased away from the Zhmerinke<br />
ghetto.<br />
In Maropa there lived a Jewish doctor from<br />
Tschernovits who helped me a lot. I think his name<br />
was Gutman. The president of the ghetto, Dr.<br />
Baykal from Sutcheve, also helped me greatly,<br />
giving me a place to live, food, and clothing.<br />
Some other Jews warned him not to help me, but<br />
they did not scare him.<br />
Unfortunately, another ghetto president was<br />
soon elected in his place. This one was altogether<br />
another type of man. I could not expect any favors<br />
from him. There, too, the Germans would catch<br />
Jews and send them to work in Trichote, near<br />
Odessa. But those Jews always return ed. I stayed<br />
in Maropa from the end of 1942 to 1944.<br />
There I got to know a doctor from Lublin<br />
whose name was Diamont. I still had a couple of