EdekProject

I don’t know if they always tell people about the numbers. In Poland, 3m Jewish people were killed, perished in gas or died of hunger. The Jewish population just disappeared. They minimise, they don’t attach importance. If I think of m family, most of my family perished. That should be emphasised.

The war was still going and I found shelter with a priest who didn’t know I was Jewish, he was just a kind man. He gave me scrambled eggs. I loved and I still love scrambled eggs! If ever anyone wants to invite me for lunch, scrambled eggs please!

I did try to find Edek. But not immediately. At the time it was so painful, I couldn’t speak. I approached the BBC to ask them to try and help me. They took six months and couldn’t find any one. My great friend now, Marc Cave, he is helping me find details about where he came from, the name of his brother. He would be in his late 90s now. He was 19 in 1943. I doubt he is still alive, and if he is, he is very old. I am still trying – I owe him my life.

Edek, I had his name and address. When I was in the ghetto, my uncle or aunt gave me his address and said if I ever needed help, he would help me. When I was with a Polish family, at first they didn’t know I was Jewish then they found out I was and they didn’t want me. I took a train and I found him. He was in his office. I told him who I was. He got up and told me, walk behind me at a distance. He was frightening of being seen with me. That was when I first met him. I didn’t know then that he was hiding 13 Jews.

That’s an interesting question. When I was hiding in this hole, somebody brought a book with them. There was one book written by a very well known Polish writer. By then, my reading wasn’t very good. But I kept reading it. They allowed me to read it. That’s how I entertained myself, being in that hole.