By Arek Hersh MBE
How do you continue to exist whilst you’re eleven years outdated and your whole relatives were taken from you and killed? How do you still stay, while every thing round you is designed to make sure yes dying? Arek Hersh tells his tale easily and truthfully, a relocating account of a bit boy who made his personal good fortune and survived. he is taking us into the tragic global imposed on him that robbed him of his early life. The intensity of the tragedy, power of braveness and gear of survival will stream you and encourage you. opposite to assertions that the Holocaust years have been a trifling ‘detail of history’, Arek Hersh provides us a glimpse into the best disaster that guy has ever inflicted on his fellow guy.
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In our class were about ten boys, and he would make us repeat a sentence over and over until I grew bored and began speaking to the boy sitting next to me. When this happened, Godlewicz would hit me with the ruler the same amount of times as he had told us to repeat the sentence. Our house in Sieradz was small, but comfortable and warm. The front of it, my father’s shop, faced onto the street and so we used to enter the house through the back, as did our neighbours. To do this we entered through a gate into a partly cobbled yard which was surrounded by buildings on all sides.
One Saturday I remember sitting with my older brother, Tovia, outside our house. We had just got back from the synagogue and everything was calm, when suddenly, from out of nowhere, we heard the sound of a plane. This was immediately followed by a barrage of rifle fire as soldiers began firing at the plane, which swooped low over the houses, then flew away. The impending situation was now being discussed at great length. I remember hearing my father talking it over with his friends. He said that the Polish army were going to make a stand on the other side of the river Warta, which was very wide at that particular point, and was situated about three kilometres from the town.
The newsreels were full of his great leadership and coverage of his funeral. Mania and I, sitting in the front row, had to look up at the screen, and I remember being engrossed in what I was watching. Suddenly, however, there came a shot of the cavalry charging straight at the screen, and of horses’ hooves and underbellies as they leaped over what presumably was a cameraman sitting in a ditch. Being so young, I was absolutely terrified; it had seemed as though the horses were charging straight at me.