In 1944 my mother was 19. Having escaped from a transport that was supposed to take her to a forced labor in Germany, she could not return back to her village. The heiress of the local estate (the Polish countryside was still in some regions srmi-feudal) had a
My mother stayed in Warsaw with this couple and their son Mirek until the liberation of Warsaw. The windows of the apartpulation) went out on Muranowski Square, which was
We had no idea what they would do to the men as they took them to the other side of the building.
Her cries were having an effect. Her son, Mirek, was with her because they had not taken him away as although he was eleven he looked younger and other boys of the same age who were bigger and looked older went to their deaths with the men.