Tell me about your childhood, please. Yustyna and me slept on a skrynya next to a stove. We kept our clothes there and called it skrynya. At 4 am we heard an aircraft noise. Planes would buzz, throw bombs. The house remained intact even though it should have been a target. There was a garden in front of our … Continue reading Vira Paripsa →
I don’t know where my dad went. He wasn’t at home for almost a week. When German soldiers left the village he came back and his friend told him: “Don’t show the dog!” But how to hide a dog, where?!
I would like to present the story of Stanisław Iwach and his family – a family that travelled all the way to Wysoka, Poland from the Tarnopol voivodeship in the Eastern Borderlands. The story is presented by an elderly social activist in his eighties.
Please introduce yourself and tell us about your family and relatives. I’m Poznyar Vladimir Yakovlevich. I was born in 1934. I have 2 daughters and 3 grandchildren. My life was not easy, there were many tragic moments. I was born in Chimkent (South Kazakhstan). My parents, Zaidel Ida and Poznyar Yakov, lived there. Tell … Continue reading Volodymyr Poznyar →
Like almost every young person those days, my mom was taken in 1943 from Kyiv to Germany. She was only 19 years old back then. They also took her sister with them. My mother’s sister, that is my aunt, undermined boards in the cattle truck and leapt off the train in Koziatyn (Kyiv region). In … Continue reading Elvira (Vira) Gutsalo →