And he, from this cinema, because he was small, somehow he managed to spread the wires, jump out and come running to us. He escaped from the cinema - dirty, frozen and smelly. People were using it as a toilet - it was dirty there. He fell over. My father was in the mill, fortunately, because he would have a heart attack if he had seen him. Mama says, "Wash yourself, quickly, quickly, while my husband isn't here!"
And she gave me the key. And behind the road, we had kind of mounds for potatoes. There was no cellar there. He says: "Go and shut him in the mound."
We took him blankets there, and this and that. Unfortunately, from November until spring, he remained in this mound. He stayed there. What else could he do?. He did not leave it, because we were afraid.
But in the spring, he says, "Halina, I have to go out of here for a while otherwise I'll go crazy."
I say, "You have not gone crazy until now, you won't go crazy. It's good that you're alive."
"What about my brother?"
I told him that he was in the Jewish cemetery. We felt so sorry for him. It was such an early spring. There was a tree behind this mound. There were so many trees were lying there for the house. He says: "I will make a hiding place there. I'll be able to see out a little. Otherwise, I'll go blind."
"Okay, make it your hiding-place. You have clothes."
Indeed, you see it was there. That's not all [...]. He wanted to crawl out and play with the children in the evening. He played football. People can be so wicked. To this day, I do not know, and my whole family doesn't know who reported him. Someone reported him.
And he [...] from this cinema, because he was small, somehow he [...] succeeded in extending the wires, jumping in and coming to us. He escaped from the cinema. [...] Dirty, cold, smelly. People were settling there. There was dirt. He fell. My father was in the mill, fortunately, because he died of heart, as if he saw him. Mama was somewhere in some jackets, something. He says: "Wash yourself, quickly, quickly! Until my is! " And she gave me the key. And behind the road [...] we had [...] such mounds [...] for potatoes. [...] There is no cellar there, he says: "Go, shut him in this mound." There we carried him blankets, this and that. Well, it's from November, it was sitting until spring in this mound, unfortunately. He sat, what to do. He did not leave because we were afraid. [...] He was eating, and dirt was spilling out. And he was lying. But in the spring, he says: "Halina, I have to leave a bit, because I will go crazy." I say: "You have not gone crazy yet, you will not go crazy. It's good that you're alive. " "What about my brother?" I told him that he was in the Jewish cemetery. [...] but we were sorry for him. Such an early spring. [...] there was a tree behind this mound. My mother was buying, so many trees were lying on the house. He says: "I will make a hiding place there. I will see a little. Because I will blind. " Okay, make it your hideout. You have clothes [...]. Well, indeed, even as it went, it was not seen. That's not all [...]. He wants to crawl out and play with the children in the evening. [...] He played football. Which people were wicked. To this day I do not know [...] and my whole family did not know who had complained. Someone accosted.
Halina Błaszczyk - Hiding Channan