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capture in the ghetto. And then, after I described the aktzia,
where the Germans invaded the building and pulled me out
of the closet where I was hiding, the interrogator handed me
a pen and paper and asked me to sign. I looked at the paper
and thought that I was hallucinating. It said there that I had
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soldwieoruslddietdh,e’ythenidntheerrofgaamtoilryr?eplied coldly. ‘ ey died because
of you – because of your dedicated work in the labor camps for
the German war e ort. You should never have allowed yourself
to fall into their hands!’

“’And where were you during the war?” I burst out. “What did
you do? Did you ght at the Tashkent Front? If you would have
been a ghter like me, you wouldn’t be alive now to interrogate
me. You would have been killed a thousand times over!’

“ e investigator’s face turned a full spectrum of colors, but he
recovered quickly. He thrust his pen between my ngers and
barked ‘Sign here!’

“I pushed his hand away. ‘Never!’

“After more physical and emotional torment, the investigation
was over. I fell, totally drained, onto the oor of my cell. at
morning, I received a new cellmate – a young Jewish doctor by
the name of Vladimir. He saw my pale face and vacuous eyes
and tried to lift my spirits.

“’Don’t take the situation so hard, we’re all in the same boat