I was married and had a daughter that was 7 or 8 years old, before the war. My wife and daughter were together with me in the Lodz Ghetto until 1944. My first wife’s maiden name was Lupovicz. They were both deported to and killed at Auschwitz in 1944. My brother Ruben fled to Russia and was never heard from.
In Auschwitz, I worked near the crematoria ovens. There, I strangled a Nazi to death to avenge the murder of my daughter. As I was being chased, I was shot in the hand. I ran into a latrine to escape. I put my bleeding hand in the latrine to hide my wound from the Germans as they came in looking for me. They asked me if I saw anyone come in and I said, “I did but that they went out this way.” I was asked, “What are you doing there?” I replied that I was cleaning the latrine. I had been a soldier in the Polish army. I removed the bullet with my teeth and wrapped my hand with a rag. Later, after liberation in Sweden, I had surgery on my hand.