| October 24, 1942. I came out of the thick woods on the road from Ksiezomiesz and was terrified. I found myself in front of Gestapo barracks. An officer asked me, in German, where I was going; I kept saying, in Polish, I don’t understand. Finally, a Polish-speaking guard came to ask me, and I said I was going to my grandmother’s. The officer laughed and waved me on. |
