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.
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