My father was murdered six months after liberation by Polish AK, an organization to keep Poland apparently “pure,” only for non-Jewish Poles. I returned to my hometown one day after my father was murdered. Polish AK came and took my father out of our house and killed him along with other Jews. I have a tattoo on my forearm to memorialize my father, a living Matzevah (monument).
The Nazis were taking Jews out of their homes. My mother told me to run, which I did. I never saw my mother again. I was later captured. Me and other Jews were put into a cattle car. As the Germans were closing the door of the cattle car, I ran out. I fled to the forest and was in hiding since November 2, 1942, the liquidation of the Lomza Ghetto. I joined up with Partisans while in the woods. After the war, I moved to Israel and then later to New York.