At Plaszow we were forced to dig up the Jewish cemetery, using tombstones to build roads. At Skarzysko and Czestochowa, I worked in the ammunition factories.
Once a Nazi was beating me, kicking me when I met my sister, Donia, and he beat me up. He asked me who is this and I said my sister. “Sister!” he said and he continued to beat me and kick me. He was a big, husky soldier and I was a little girl and he was beating me and beating me and kicking me with his big boots. When I fell down from his beatings he started kicking me all because I was talking to my sister.
He left me thinking that I was dead. I don’t know how long I was on the ground, but later I got up and went to the ammunition factory where I worked. It was a miracle that I survived.
Also, I was very hungry. I was so hungry I had stomach cramps. My mind was getting mixed up and I prayed to G-d not to be so hungry and that my mind should not be so mixed up. I felt I would not survive it.
God helped me and I didn’t feel that hunger anymore. I prayed with all my heart and I wasn’t so hungry anymore.
Then, at the end, they put us in a big factory and they boarded the windows from the outside. They intended to kill us all. But they didn’t have anytime anymore because the Allies bombarded them. They ran away and left us and we got out. That was a miracle.
When we got out, I saw horses dead, people dead, people without hands, without heads, legs, wherever a bomb hit them. I felt sorry for the horses not for the Nazis.
Every selection was a miracle, we didn’t know what happened to the people. When they didn’t select me, that was my miracle. Those that they selected, they probably sent them to the furnace. I survived a few selections.
The miracle was to survive every minute, day and night, that was the miracle.
Nobody came to help us, to help me. I will just speak for myself.
I was 3 days free and I didn’t believe it, that’s how conditioned I was. Then we had to go to the field to rip out a few potatoes (so we could eat).
Nobody came to help us.