Something “pushed me,” a will to survive.  I ran away from the camp, Lutsk; that same day it was terrible in the Ghetto, you couldn’t get out.  There was a hill, two or three Ukrainians were standing there and asked me, where are you going?  I said to work, and they let me go.  I went to a farmer and worked there for three hours.  He said do you need more work, go to this other farm that needs help.   

 

I found out that after one week, the first Saturday they killed all the Jewish people in Lutsk.  The next Shabbos (Saturday, the Jewish Sabbath) they killed all the Jews in the ghetto.  I was working for the farmer just two weeks and was told to leave.  I walked into the woods and found a whole family, benching licht, (lighting the Sabbath candles).  I sat down, and heard some Ukrainians say, “Hold it!”  I started running; they shot after me, but missed.  Maybe a month later, I was walking around in the forest and saw that same family.  They had all been killed and were lying on the ground 

This should never happen again, but it can happen again. Never forget the Holocaust.