By Morris Wyszogrod
During this memoir Morris Wyszogrod recounts his reviews from the time of the Nazi invasion of Poland to the liberation of the Theresienstadt focus camp in 1945. He describes intimately the time he spent within the Warsaw Ghetto; his paintings as an artist for numerous Luftwaffe body of workers on the Warsaw army airport; his reports on the Budzyn focus camp, the place he used to be assigned to accessorize the dwelling quarters of the SS and to provide drawings at an orgiastic Oktoberfest; his removing to Plaszow, the place he used to be positioned to paintings digging up mass graves and burning the our bodies to do away with the proof of Nazi conflict crimes; his witnessing of the firebombing of Dresden in February 1945; and his next liberation at Theresienstadt through the pink military in may well 1945. simply as an artist may well sign in what he or she sees opposed to a delicate visible and ethical template, so Wyszogrod doubly registered what he observed and felt, either in his drawings and in his stories.
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They were my first teachers, teaching me the Hebrew and Latin alphabets by the time I was about three or four years old. We spoke Yiddish at home, but were fluent in Polish as well. When I was ready for elementary school, my parents sent me to the private Aaron Krelman School, which offered a double curriculum: Jewish subjects taught in Hebrew and Yiddish, and secular subjects taught in Polish. To pay for school, my parents often had to obtain loans from loansharks and pawn my mother's engagement and wedding rings and other valuables.
I was too frightened. " The soldier ordered me to climb into the truck with the others. There were about ten or twelve Jews in the truck when I first got on. They were fairly young, the oldest was about forty. " Someone answered, "Don't be scared. " They were trying to find as favorable an interpretation as possible of the situation they were in. I knew there would be panic in my house because they were expecting my return in about an hour. After they had collected about forty Jews, two soldiers with guns got into the truck, closed the back and we started to move.
Everything I acquired during those yearsthe discipline, the technical knowledge, the refinement of my talenthelped me survive later on. My relationships with my classmates were cordial, although we never mixed socially outside school. However, the general anti-Semitic atmosphere did occasionally influence them. I experienced two incidents of overt anti-Semitism dur- Page 21 ing my years at the school. The first one happened shortly after I had started school in 1936. One day, I was sitting in class, drawing a piece of sculpture, mastering the definition of light and shadow.