Angel of the Ghetto: One Man's Triumph Over Heartbreaking Tragedy (Chapter 6 selection)
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Chapter six, the Treblinka Death Train, a split second decision. I didn't think about it then, as I continued to struggle for survival from day to day. But my adolescence had become a series of life and death, myths, adventures and escapes. Perhaps the most dramatic moment happened when I was 15. It was a moment when I once again avoided the grip of death in what was undoubtedly my most daring exploit how I pulled off. The experience I'm about to relate surprises me even to this day, and I am just past my 89th birthday. Throughout 1942 or 43 the Nazis had been little by little anteing the BLS star ghetto of its inhabitants. People you would see every day suddenly disappeared, and these disappearances began to add up in large numbers. There were lots of rumors all whispered about the true whereabouts of these doomed souls. We all knew that their destination was not a happy one, the Treblinka or my Danic extermination camps with the terrible fates of these hapless Jews. During the week of February 5th through 12th 1943 the Nazis methodically removed between 10,000 to 12,000 Jews from the BLS stock ghetto, forcing them into cattle cars bound for Treblinka. Once locked into the cattle cars, the's terrified individuals of all ages were taken directly to the death camps and immediately or eventually gassed to death, as the world now knows. At the time, however, nothing was certain. A mist of UN reality clouded every day, and frankly, nothing was made clearer by the endless speculation of the ghetto grape fine. Those of us who were still in the ghetto knew about the cattle cars passing by but could not see them, as the train tracks were about two miles away. Treblinka itself was about 62 miles from Bialystock. We knew that these cars were originally used to transport livestock and had a little window in each car so that the cattle could breathe in these same cars that now transported humans for slaughter. These windows had the barbed wire coverings. We also heard that local polls standing on the train station platforms would often ask with false innocence. I wonder where those trains air going. But they knew, and soon we all knew