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The truck which brought us came back and personal belongings were thrown out. The workers informed us that these were the belongings of the Mendelson family. We were so shocked from the news and could not relax for a long time. the night came, and we found out that our bed is the floor. We slept on a blanket and covered ourselves with it. Breakfast was at 06:00 in the morning, and at 7 we already work in the sewing factory. The other friends work in other labors and some of them belong to what is called: "Waldkommando", go out to the wood and prepare burning lumber for the furnaces where human beings are burnt.

On 13 August, in the middle of the day, arrived a lorry full of people. We did not know who they were. After a short break they were all driven to the wood and only when the trunk returned with their personal belongings we realized they were our wives and children. Imagine this tragedy! The day of September 1st, the day when they burnt our families, we shall remember all our lives. The same fate awaits for us, but when this terrible moment will arrive, we don't know. We live in the hope that God will let us stay alive until the moment when we shall be able to revenge the revenge of all our beloved souls, torn off our hearts. We ask any man to revenge, because at the meantime we cannot do anything, and we wait for liberation.

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In ...1944. Jacub Szlamkowicz is writing this. and this is my story: On 2nd. of August 1942 I was transported from the city of Sziradz to ghetto Lodz. With me were my brother Geniek and my father, while my mother, my sisters Kadzia and Estera and the three children of Estera were left behind, in a church in Siradz. After a few days I learned that all who were in that church, were driven in trucks to the wood between Kolo and Dabie and there poisoned by gas and burnt in big crematoria which were specially built for this purpose. During a few weeks there was "Sperre"⁴ in ghetto Lodz, and 20000 were taken from it to that wood and they too were gassed and burnt.
Among them my father. The same thing happened in all the region towns. After two years the cemetery of the Ghetto (and you know what was the food in the ghetto, people died there like flies), was spread with corpses of about 100,000 innocent men because they could not defend themselves. The rest were sent to labor camps. We already knew than what kind of work it was. I work as a tailor but my brother could not bear the tortures taking place in the wood and he fell. I have another brother in Russia, his name is Avraham Szlamokowicz, but I doubt if I'll live to see him again. I have a little request from those who will find this notebook. I ask them to say a few words to the people of Sziradz, Zielinski, Kuziczki, Olandra and Westodolski, and ask from them that if my brother will return from Russia they will tell him our story, and that God will pay them their proper punishment. I myself cannot do anything because here we are all chained in iron chains.

Yacov Szlemokowicz.
 

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On 28 July 1944 I left with the tenth transport to work, this is what we were told anyway.

I left behind in the ghetto my wife and two children. I was selected from the transport and sent to work as a cobbler, and all the transport was sent to the furnace. I see all this, but what can I do, I am a weak person and defenseless. I am like all the others, who were already sent to death. After a few days since I arrived to the camp, all the Jews of Lodz were already taken, among them also my wife and kids. Now I am all alone, without a family, so what can I do? I ask everyone again and again, but nobody is capable of answering me. Until the beginning of the war I lived in Zawaczka Street number 14. I am a cobbler by profession. My grandfather, Gabriel Himelfert, lived in Masarska Street, and my brother in law, Kopel Berkowicz, in Lipowa number 36. They are in Russia now. I ask you to inform them of everything, and God will revenge them what they deserve.

Berek Himelfert.
 
 

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21 September 1944.

This writing is made by Berek, son to the family Sietenfeld, who lived in the Ghetto in 82 Czegelna street. And this is my story:

On May 15th. 1944 I was transferred from the Ghetto to what was called "labor camp", but to be accurate, it is an extermination camp. In the Ghetto, I left my mother, sister and a brother.

In the beginning of the war they run away to Russia, three brothers and a sister, while me and my family stayed behind in the ghetto.

After two years of life in the ghetto, my father died of starvation. My second brother and his wife wanted to run away also and be saved, but they did not succeed and were compelled to return to the ghetto. At the meantime they were already transported, you know very well where to, and I was left alone with my family members, my beloved relatives. My heart is torn off me when I see what is going on here. I am only 16 years old. I was 11 years old only when the war broke out. In the five years during which I lived in the ghetto, I suffered so much and could not help my dear parents. How painful it was to see your own father dying of starvation in front of your eyes and you cannot help him. Imagine what I suffered through! Now when I see a few thousands Jews and Poles, innocent of any crime, die in such horrible manner, my heart aches and my only desire is to revenge the revenge of them all. But I am only 16, chained in iron chains like a criminal, surrounded by machine-guns, and what can I do?

Inform my brothers Izik, Lazer and Mordka, my sister Chawa Sietenfeld in Moscow. I have another sister, Regina (maiden name Sietenfeld in Armania; I forgot the family name of her husband. She used to live in Lodz, in Nowozgierska, or Czegelna number 84.

Tell my family what happened to me, this is my last request before I die. I am in a camp near Oniow, not far from the cities of Kolo and Konin.

I finished to write, and I ask all free human beings and from the armies who enter this region to revenge for the truth which I hereby told and revenge the blood of all the innocent people who were so brutally murdered, because I myself cannot do anything, and God shall reward you.

Berek Sietenfeld in the death camp.
 
 

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This is written by Israel Ziegelman, who lived in Lodz, in Wolczenska street number 159 and later on Wrubla street number 10. And this is my story:

On February 1940 we were put in a Ghetto, me, my wife, both my children and my father in law. My parents were uprooted from Rzegow near the city of Lodz to Piotrekow in the protection territory. I did not receive any message from my father, my mother, two of my brothers and my sister, but the reason was censorship in the mail, and I had to accept that. thus I was separated from all my family, from those who raised me. Now they are no more.

They separated us and stabbed our heart by a dagger.

I was put in the ghetto with my wife and two children. One baby, 7 months old only, died of starvation, and I could do nothing to save him. Heartbroken I departed from my baby. Thus I passed two years in the Ghetto. On September 17 1942, there was an "Akzia" in the ghetto. In the middle of the day, Gestapo men and the men from the Jewish police took from me my second child, my treasure, the most precious thing in our lives. People! Imagine for yourselves this pain and sufferings. I could not do anything, and only convinced myself, again and again, that no harm will happen to him. But nothing gave me any joy anymore. My life was shattered, and since than I looked at everything with indifference. My wife tried to calm me down, but I was not interested in anything, I only dreamt to disappear somewhere, but where could I go, while we are caged, surrounded by wire fences? Finally, on July 14th 1944, I was sent to labor camp. While I departed from my dear wife she said to me: "may be you encounter somewhere out there, a children camp, and meet our beloved boy." As is she guessed, in her senses that I am going to follow him.

In the camp I work as a tailor and usually I get along well, because I eat, but any food I take to my mouth is like poison to me, because this is nothing but a death camp.

Two years ago they brought here all the children from the ghetto of Lodz, they gassed them and than burnt down their bodies.

What do you have to say about this?

I really found the traces of my child. A few weeks ago they rounded up all the people of the Ghetto and transported them, as they always described it to work.

I was left all alone, without my wife and without my children. They chained me up in iron chains like a criminal. I have already suffered in the past, and have to suffer also now, because I am Jewish. "Why" I ask? What wrong did I do, what did my wife do, and my innocent baby who died such a cruel death.

And you who live in freedom, can you watch it without response? Nobody answered me. No one can give any advise. Day and night I am looking for a solution, wearing my mind to find an outlet.