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306 LUBOML<br />
After a short walk from the group, I came<br />
upon a small hut where I saw a light. Someone<br />
was already up so early in the morning to attend<br />
to the household duties. The nearer I came to the<br />
hut, the faster my heart began to beat. When I was<br />
almost at the hut, I started to crawl on all fours.<br />
Suddenly I heard a voice and I immediately<br />
recognized it to be that of Sidor Bidnyak, who had<br />
once promised my father to help us in case of<br />
great danger. What luck! When he came nearer to<br />
where I was, I drew upon my courage and stood<br />
up, crying, "Uncle Sidor!"<br />
After his first fright and astonishment in the<br />
dark, he said to me; "Do not be afraid, Rochele.<br />
Now that you have made it to me, you don't have<br />
to worry. Come inside."<br />
I told him, in short, about my mission, saying<br />
that some of my people were waiting for me<br />
in the Beryozov Woods and that they were dying<br />
of hunger. Sidor himself went to bring food<br />
to these Jews and gave the woman back her fiveruble<br />
gold piece. But he kept me in his house,<br />
not letting me go back to the woods. He made<br />
me hide in a clump of buckwheat straw, which<br />
was not far from his hut. The entrance into this<br />
clump was also covered with straw, so no one<br />
could tell from outside that someone was inside.<br />
I lay there for some four weeks. Later when the<br />
time came to dig up the potatoes and store them<br />
for winter, he dug out a small hole for me and<br />
made a roof over it out of branches interwoven<br />
with straw and piled vegetables and potatoes<br />
over it. I spent another couple of weeks in this<br />
dugout.<br />
When it became very cold and I could not<br />
remain in the potato hole any longer, Sidor came<br />
to me and told me that the members of his household<br />
knew about my presence and gave him a<br />
great deal of trouble over it. He therefore took me<br />
into his stable and hid me there, disguising my<br />
place of hiding so it would not be discovered by his<br />
family. However, they found this place of hiding<br />
too. But Sidor managed to provide me with various<br />
hiding places among other peasants whom he<br />
knew and whom he could trust.<br />
And so my race with death began again, only<br />
with an increased tempo and with greater dread.<br />
I again took up my wandering stick, roaming<br />
from place to place; not spending the night where<br />
I spent the day!<br />
During this time of troubles and affliction, my<br />
only joy was the thought that winter would soon<br />
be over. And so, though the Angel of Death was<br />
still plaguing my footsteps, the warm weather<br />
lifted my spirits and made the problem of getting<br />
food easier.<br />
Easter was approaching. Since all the flour<br />
mills had been requisitioned by the Germans, the<br />
peasants were forced to use the old-fashioned<br />
trusty method of their domestic millstones found<br />
in the foyer of every home. Some of the kinder<br />
peasants, who permitted me to spend the night<br />
in a stable, hired me to turn these millstones for<br />
them. I would do the work at night, for when daylight<br />
carne, I had to hide, disappear in the woods<br />
again, by hiding in the bushes. This was the happiest<br />
time of all, for I had enough to eat and sometimes<br />
even a place to sleep.<br />
In the summertime I found the going much<br />
easier, though the dangers were the same and<br />
sometimes even greater, for shepherds and other<br />
peasant youths would wander about everywhere.<br />
Yet there was no frost to eat into my very bones,<br />
and it was much easier to find food. Many a time<br />
I would still my hunger with ripe ears of wheat in<br />
the fields where I used to hide.<br />
In the summertime it was also easier to approach<br />
some peasant into whose house I would<br />
sneak. To pay for some food and a night's lodging,<br />
I would sew clothes and underwear for the<br />
family. The peasants told me that very few Jews<br />
had survived in the area. They also told me of a<br />
little boy, kept by a Christian family who had<br />
given him a Christian name, Bartek, and whom<br />
they passed off as one of their own. He did all<br />
kinds of work for them and tended the cows and<br />
the pigs. They also told me the daughter-in-law<br />
of Yosl Berger, the soapmaker, a beautiful and<br />
capable woman, was also hiding in the vicinity;<br />
Moyshe and Lipe Grimatlicht were also wandering<br />
around nearby, ragged and unkempt. I met<br />
them accidentally and we conversed in Yiddish,<br />
while weeping at our terrible plight.<br />
I met by chance another townsman, a Jew who<br />
once had a tar business and lived in Libivne, on<br />
the street that led to the railroad station. I talked