Bd81
I was 5 years old when the war started. After my father was killed in 1939, we were taken from our apartment to the ghetto. A Catholic friend smuggled my mother, sister and me out of the ghetto into Russia in exchange for the deed to our family textile factory. We went from Siberia to Uzbekistan. After my mother died, my older sister and I walked to a nearby orphanage together. My sister returned for me after the war and ‘took me out for a walk’, and we never returned. We went to a kibbutz in Israel. My mother and father’s entire family perished and only one uncle survived from my father’s side.
Lodz, Poland
Barbara Drotow