And one day, it was […], some ten days later, we are returning home […]. Again, a momentous announcement: "By half-past-seven […], you must leave this house because we are going to burn it [...], and whoever does not leave will; be shot!”
In the space of half an hour, we have to leave the building, the apartment, everything! Take whatever you could. My mother was downstairs. I packed bedding, what clothes I could. The most important was winter clothes, because we knew that winter was severe. We packed whatever we could […]. Of course, no pots nor any crockery. That was not possible. I was throwing things out of the window and my mother was catching them downstairs. […], To make things go faster, we only had half an hour, I had to throw things out of the window.
Later, everyone carried their baggage on their backs and went to this […], hangar. And there we sat with our things […] There was nothing, and so we sat and sat and, in fact, I man died of hunger. And then we decided, Celina and I […], to leave [...] to leave that building […], which, I think, was not far from the gate on ul. Nowolipki. […] Workers came there, mainly women […] Polish women. And they brought food of various types - bread, potatoes, different goods and they took things like clothing, bedding, underwear, towels - everything had a price and could be sold. Whatever we took out of the apartment - if we took towels, we sold towels. For those towels, the bedding, the clothing, a sweater, a dress, one bought a little food to eat. But, one day, […], we barely escaped from the Germans and my mother said, "No, you will not leave again!”.
Halina Aszkenazy-Engelhard - Leaving Home in the Warsaw Ghetto