child in her arms; 2) Teplic,¹⁰¹⁰ Yoyne, 55 years old, with his two unmarried
daughters, one 22 and the other 16 years old, a grandchild, a boy, 2 years old;
3) from the Obrączka family, an unmarried young man of 18 years old and
an unknown woman of 60 years old; 4) Gorzałka, Leyzer, 48 years old, his
wife, 45 years old, a married daughter, 24 years old, a girl 13 years old, a boy
5 years old, a grandchild 2 years old. A certain Hirsh, Dovid, a son of 24 years
old, a girl of 22 years old, an unmarried young man of 16 years old and many
of those lying in the street, bathing in their own blood and calling with their
hands to me for help out of the thick smoke, while I myself am helpless,
to save 42 dead.
[3] I run back from the unfortunate place and shout as if not with my
own voice, “Help, Jews! Grab water and run to the rescue!” It is terrible. I run,
shouting, to my friend, a dentist, his flat is always packed with fleeing doctors.
I come in with the same scream. I hang around like this in a very depressed
and hopeless mood until around 11 at night, when the wife of someone, who
became my factory partner a few weeks ago, comes in and turns to my almost
sleeping wife (she has not slept since 2 September), “Listen, I don’t know why
I’m so attached to you, more so than to my sisters. My husband has now harnessed the wagon, and people are driving out of town. I’m going with my children; we don’t know where we are going. Listen to me and take your children,
come with us. I don’t want a grosz from you, although people would give all
that they possess. I know you, you are a frail one. Save yourself.”
My wife, after the experience of the afternoon, upon hearing the words
“save yourself,” turns to me, “I’m not saving myself without you.” I give her to
understand that I still have to stay here. For this reason, I had to give her my
word that I join her, although she did not know where she was going. I dressed
the children, took along the worst (it was a pity to take the good stuff), and
saw her off on the unknown journey. Stealing back in the terrible darkness,
through the dense artillery regiment going by, I stop at my aforementioned
friend, the dentist. The flat is full of people; they have been sitting like that
for days and nights. There is a knock on the shutter of the closed window.
“Please, the door is open.” It is already past midnight. An artillery officer from
the passing regiment comes in and asks if anyone perhaps has a map; he does
not know where to drive. He got it and left immediately.
1010 In the original, Telipc, most probably by mistake.
