After an order for Jewish people separation in ghetto together with my mom and sister I moved to my grandma house who lived at ghetto border. It was 1941 and I was 16 years old.
Life in ghetto is difficult to describe as “life”. Dozens of people in one apartment, no food, no work for majority of people. I had a work. It was labour work. I worked on segregation of all Jewish people belongings which were taken from my nations: clothes, furniture, everything what was take during resettlement.
One day, when I was coming back home from work, I noticed that German force people to go to Płaszów train station. I saw my mom in group of those people. I saw like they were taking her to concentration camp and I couldn’t do anything. Only sister, grandma and uncles left from my family.