After the war ended, 14 Jewish surivors wandered back into the next village to try to reassemble what was left of their shattered lives. The Poles came after them in the middle of the night and murdered them all. My father, who had lived over the Holocaust sleeping in barns and running from Nazis, Poles, and wild dogs, was forced to flee - again.
Someone still lives in my father's house. Someone with blood on his hands. He will not be allowed to forget. The town will not be allowed to ever forget.
| since my family's property was stolen by the Poles.
so far as the Polish authorities ignore our new attempt to recover the property.
Enforcing it would have cost my father's life.