[1] Dr. Ł. says that “on 3 February 1941, after the closure of the ghetto, [when] I was walking along Waliców Street, I noticed that a crowd gathered at the entrance to house number [. . .]. Going there, I noticed a tall stout man speaking in German, accompanied by a younger gentleman and a woman, both speaking in Polish; they were searching the Jews gathered at the entrance gate and taking the contents of their wallets and purses, along with other valuables. So as [not] to cause an even greater crowd, the German told the Jewish building superintendent to close the gate. When the latter was in no hurry to carry out the order, the German attacked him and beat him so savagely that the superintendent was covered in blood. This excited [the German] to the highest degree. Since lately [2] I have heard of several robbery cases, I assumed, therefore, that this was another one, and I ran screaming into the street to call the German police. But I did not run far before the fat man caught up with me, hitting me in my back and face. I fell to the ground and did not want to get up, but resisted him until he brutally picked me up and forcibly me brought back to the entrance gate at Waliców Street 12. He was angry with me for meddling with affairs that were not mine, and for calling him a drunk, because I could certainly smell vodka on him.
Soon a German gendarmerie patrol came as well, but that Aryan woman [. . .] whispered with them and managed to convince them that it was a legal matter, so the gendarme left without any intervention in [. . .].
[3] In the meantime, when the fat man [. . .] Jews arrested at the gate [. . .] three Gestapo officers (as [. . .] younger gentleman with the woman [. . .] left with no area of work, they took up [. . .] order me to go with them. They brought me out with the fat man and explained to the guards why they were doing it, while I did not know where they were taking me. Along the way, the fat man took revenge on me for spoiling their fun and profit, as well as for having called him names, because, speaking good German, I spared him no words about drunkards, etc. He was harassing me: he would run ahead, with me in the middle and the other two at the back, I was running with them also,
