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all, and the bucket was refill-
ed several times. But no food
came that day or any other.
We were slowly being starved
to death.
Night came again, but the
raids on the cells did not stop.
Again and again we heard
the screams in the courtyard;
and never did as many return
as had left. People began to
die in the cell, either from the
beatings or the dogs or ex-
posure to the cold.
The Germans came in the
next morning and went about
the cell, kicking at us to see
if we were still alive. Those
who did not move were kick-
ed again, more severly. And if
they still didn't move, they
were carried away for dead. I
was beginning to die myself.
I realized that a person could
actually become one of the
living dead; could go on living
but feel nothing, not pain, not
fear, not sorrow. I was very
near to this state.
My mind raced. I thought
about my mother and brother.
I thought of their anguish
over losing their family one
by one. I also remembered
how I had promised myself to
protect my mother with my
life. I felt the familiar sensa-
tion of hate burning within
me.
Damned Nazis, I thought to
myself. I'll show you. I won't
die. You will not be able to kill
me. I will live to see you pay
for your crimes and to have
your name erased from this
world.
When I awakened, I was no
longer in the prison. I was in
bed in a darkened room, and
I could see light coming in
through the doorway. I didn't
recognize the room at all. Was
I dreaming? Or could I actual-
ly be dead, and at some stop-
ping station on my way to
heaven?
I felt terrible: hot, clammy,
then cold and very ill. My
joints ached and my head
hurt. I felt tightness around
my back and chest. I tried to
get out of the bed, but I was
so weak that I could barely
even roll over.
Soon after, a woman
entered my room.
"Oh, you are awake!" she
said. "That is wonderful. Oh,
Jules" — she called to some-
one in the outer room — "the
girl is awake!'
A man entered. He smiled
at me. "So, dear one," he said,
"how are you feeling today?"
He felt my forehead. "Hmm,
still warm, but I believe you
will recover now!'
"Where am I?" I asked
"In our home, in the Chor-
tkov ghetto," the man
answered. He was a gentle
man, and I felt very safe with
him and the woman.
"I am Jules Gold, and this
is my wife, Sala. You have
been with us for two weeks!"
Two weeks! It didn't seem
possible. I had been un-
conscious for 14 days.
While Mrs. Gold prepared
my soup, Mr. Gold propped
some pillows behind my back
and began to tell me the story
of the last two weeks. I was in
their home, Mr. Gold told me,
because he had discovered me
in a pile of dead bodies
awaiting burial at the prison
cemetery.
The earth had frozen badly,
so the Germans called in ad-
The schoolchildren
looked from the
policemen to us
with puzzled eyes,
sensing that
something was
wrong with the
huddled people on
the sleigh.
ditional help to dig graves.
Ghetto Jews were forced to
bury the corpses of their own
people who had died in
prison. Mr. Gold, as a member
of the Judenrat, accompanied
the men from the ghetto to
the cemetery so that in case
the Germans decided to shoot
them, he could at least try to
plead for their lives.
Apparently, after I had
become unconscious in the
prison cell, I had been assum-
ed dead, either by my
cellmates or by the German
guards. My body had been
thrown onto a pile of bodies,
in the middle of the room,
which was then carried out-
side and left in the snow for
burial. Mr. Gold told me that
when he picked me up, he
thought he heard a moan,
and then he realized that my
body was warm. The Jewish
burial party pretended to
bury me and actually put me
in the grave. But when the
German guards left, they
pulled me out, wrapped me in
a coat, hid me under the
straw of their sleigh, and
brought me into the ghetto to
Mr. Gold's home. Since then,
he and Mrs. Gold had cared
for me as though I were their
own child, not knowing if I
would live or die. For two
weeks, I had tossed and turn-
ed in the bed, moaning, talk-
ing in my sleep, sometimes
calling for my mother,
sometimes for my father.
Mrs. Gold brought in a cup
of tea and a bowl of broth.
When I finished eating,
Mrs. Gold tucked the blanket
tightly around me.
"lbo much excitement at