103 - Chapter 1 - part 3

On the morning of September 21st we were loaded onto lorries and, under the escort of motorcycles with machine guns, were transported to the West Station and loaded into freight cars. Those cars were apparently used to carry lime, because the whole floor was strewn with it. They closed and locked our cars. We were transported all day. No water or food was given. Anyway, nobody wanted to eat. On the previous day we were given bread the value of which we did not know. We were just very thirsty. The lime turned to dust. It was in the air irritating our noses and throats. Water was not given. Through the cracks between the boards in the windows we saw that they were taking us somewhere toward Czestochowa. Around 10pm, the train stopped somewhere for good. We could hear the screams, yelling, cars being open, barking dogs.

It's a place in my memories that I call a moment in which I finished with everything that was so far on Earth and started somewhere beyond it. This is not a fad for some strange words, descriptions. On the contrary - I think that I don’t need to bother with nice words. Yes, it was like that. Our heads were not only hit by the butts of SS guns - something else struck. They brutally kicked all our concepts to which we have become accustomed to on this Earth (the order of things – the law). Took it all in the head. An attempt was made to hit us radically. To break us mentally as soon as possible.

102 - Chapter 1 - Part 2

There were over eighteen hundred of us. Personally, I was upset about the passivity of this mass of Poles. All captured already showed a psychosis of the crowd, which then expressed itself in the fact that the whole crowd became like a herd of sheep.

I was enticed with a single thought: to agitate the minds of the crowd to take action. To my companion, Slawek Szpakowski (I know he was alive until the Warsaw Uprising), I proposed a joint action at night: to stir the crowd, attack on the outposts, where I was going to accidentally tip over the searchlight and destroy it. But I was there for different purpose, and it would be going for a much smaller goal... He even considered this to be an idea from the field of fantasy.

101 Chapter 1 - Part 1

On September 19, 1940 - the second roundup of the day in Warsaw. There are few people still alive who saw me at 6:00 in the morning going alone and then standing on the corner of Avenue Army and Feliński among the men caught by the SS. Then we were loaded onto lorries and taken to the cavalry barracks. After writing down our information in a makeshift office and collecting sharp objects (under threat of being shot if later they found anything sharp on you) they locked us in the riding school, where we remained until September 20th.

During those two days some had already become acquainted with a rubber baton falling on their heads. However, it was within the acceptable treatment for people accustomed to such methods of maintaining law and order by enforcement officers. At that time, some families bought out their loved ones by paying huge sums to SS men. At night we all slept on the bare ground. The riding hall was lit by a huge reflector, standing at the entrance. At four sides were SS men with the machine guns.

000 - Introduction

So I have to describe the facts as dry as possible, as my colleagues want. They said: "The more you will keep to the facts, giving them without comment, the more valuable they will be." I try so ... but man is not made ​​of wood - or even like a stone. So sometimes, among the given facts, I will express what was felt. I do not know if this will necessarily lower the value of this writing. I was not like a stone - I often wanted to - I had a heart still beating, sometimes in the throat, trembling somewhere - probably in my head - I caught it with difficulty ... Throwing the occasional pair of feelings - I think will only give a true picture.