that the Führer would take care of everything and that he had complete confidence
in him. Once, when he visited us in Warsaw after some time, he said
“one day the Germans would land in London and that we would mark his
words.” We are doing just that now. Despite his full adoption of the doctrines,
in which he deeply believed, he remained a decent man in many respects.
After several times he stopped visiting us in Warsaw, firstly because he was
afraid and secondly because he thought that he was cheating on the party
and that he was not honest with himself. After that announcement, nothing
could persuade him to come to Warsaw. His attitude toward Jews was decent
and even more than decent toward my father. But today it seems to me that
he wanted to repay some debt of gratitude incurred toward my father before
the war. For he had not contacted us since the time when he promised my
father that he would visit us in Warsaw. Last year he replied to one of our letters,
sharply commanding us to stop writing to him because he was leaving.
Even though he hated Poles he said he had a hard time coming to them with
an order to pack their things within 5 minutes. He still had to do it though.
When I came to Łódź my father and I went to the café, where he was
awaiting us. He recognised me, as he had often visited our home. From that
day on he visited my aunt almost every day. I stayed in Łódź for several days,
as we were constantly planning our departure to Warsaw, but in the end it did
not work out. One day the ordinance introducing the yellow stars was issued.
In the morning I delayed going out to town. In the end I had to go out despite
my fury. Of course, the streets were all yellow!
Meanwhile, on Thursday morning some weird rumours began to circulate
in Łódź. They spread in the entire city in very different versions, with the
Community being their purported source. People were saying that compulsory
resettlements were scheduled in the coming days and that all Jews would have
to leave Łódź. That induced my father to make a final decision, which was
motivated by other circumstances, too. We were leaving for Warsaw! With the
resettlement from Zduńska Wola scheduled for March, he preferred to go now.
The decision was translated into action as fast as it was made. I immediately
went home to tell my mother that she, [my?] brother and sisters had to
leave on Sunday and take out a pass. The preparations lasted until late at night.
I also learned about the new mass resettlements of Poles. They were
conducted at night, with the families being given only several minutes.
This was how the entire intelligentsia had been resettled along with all the
