|Riva née Gordon and her husband to be,
as Partisans in 1943 in the Varshilov brigade in Naarutz (Belarus)
On June 21, 1941, I finished my finals with high marks. In good spirits, my friends and I went to see the choir of Yordnah. The next morning, I was planning to go back to Kurenitz to spend my summer break in my hometown. What happiness I was anticipating, seeing my parents, girlfriend Riva, my good friends, and having a good time every minute of my summer vacation.
Instead of leisurely getting up and going to the train station, exactly at 4am I was awakened by sirens from the dorm alert system, then the sounds of aircraft, German messerschmitts, and explosions everywhere. At that moment I had no idea of the tragedy that befell me, and I never imagined that my days of youth were over. That teenage celebration of life, schoolwork and having casual fun with friends would be replaced by a daily struggle to survive. I was sure that everything would be like the songs we sang – Stalin would give the orders, and our pilots would clean the skies of the messerschmitts. Marshal Voroshilov, the head of Russian army, would take the Red Army to swift triumph and knock down the German infantry like a samurai from Japan, and I would come home only a few days late.
But as high as the expectations so were the depths of the disappointments. Already in that first day I knew it was not like the songs we sang. Grodno shared a border with Germany at that point in time, and now was heavily air attacked, the bombing growing in intensity. The Soviet planes that just managed to take off, as Skidal airfield was destroyed, were chased and hit by the German messerschmitts, and fell out of the sky like paper toys. The Germans had absolute control of the skies. The bridge that connected the city that was parted by the Nemun River was the only way to go east, but it had a huge traffic mess, and nothing could move because of the innumerable out of order vehicles.
In the afternoon, we got an order to gather in small groups and leave Grodno. Carrying our packages on our backs, without instructions as to where to go, no food, and no information about what was going on, we chose partners. Our group included 8 guys and 2 girls. We took off from the largest synagogue in Grodno; prior to the war it was used by our school for lectures. We started walking toward Skidal-Lida. The whole town was girdled with traffic, broken army vehicles, and torn telephone wires; the communist authorities left the city hastily in great panic while German aircraft were continuously attacking and pushing inland
Encountering hardship and danger, we finally managed to leave Grodno. We were tired, hungry, and lost. The roads were filled with civilians and soldiers who ran in a frenzy. The German planes flew very low, almost touching the ground, shooting at everyone below with machine guns.
We reached a forest and decided to rest. At dawn we saw horrible images. The road was filled with wounded and dead and no one took care of them. The Russian soldiers didn't know where their officers were. They took off their uniforms, got rid of their weapons and ran for their lives.
Hundreds of prisoners of all nationalities that were mostly imprisoned for being late for work were supposed to go that day to Skidal to build an airfield. Instead they left the prison camp half-naked and mixed in with the crowds going east.
Because of all this pandemonium, the second day, I was left only with one friend of the entire group; the rest were lost. On the third day, four prisoners from the Skidal camp joined us; we were on the road to Dolhinov, 30m km from Kurenitz. We ate fruit and vegetables we found in the fields, and drank from every dirty puddle. The heat was unbearable and the flies wouldn't leave us alone. On top of it all, I had new shoes and my feet were all swollen and when I took my shoes off the skin came with it.
Hungry, in a daze, and bare-foot we continued east. The train did not work and every kind of public transportation was destroyed. There was no private transportation because gas was not available. We reached Lida and took a longer route; circling the burning town, we continued to the direction of Ilya. We came close to the road that would take us to Minsk, the capital of Belarus.
We were sure the Red Army would stop the invaders from coming there, but that didn't happen. The Germans' strategy was to put units in the back of the Red Army; they put small units everywhere and that helped them to create demoralization and panic in the Russian army and local authority. Later on, we found out that the general of the Minsk front was a German collaborator and helped the Germans capture the city. Everything around us was destroyed and an enormous marching German army, extremely organized and prepared with every equipment and supply you could imagine, continued going ahead like it was a never-ending army parade.
I understood that all was lost. I dug a hole in the ground and made a mental note of where it was and put my party membership and professional cards in the hole, hoping to retrieve them one day. In no time we were in the hands of German soldiers who took us to the German headquarters. A young German soldier with a baby face asked me where I was going, I explained I was a student and was going home, I showed him my student ID (I didn't even remember that it said I was a Jew). He left and came back with a higher authority officer and explained to him that I was a student and pointed to my long hair, then they both left. Later the baby-faced soldier came back and gave me a sandwich with jelly and egg. He gave me my ID card back and let me go.
My friend and the other guys with buzz cuts were taken blindfolded. The Germans suspected that they were soldiers in the Red Army. So in the heat of the afternoon of June 24 1941, I stood shocked and confused after my first meeting with the Germans. I was 20-km from Radeshkovitz. The town where the poet Mordechai Tzvi Maneh, who I admired so, was born.
Before I was let go by the Germans, I was sure this was my end; just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes. I was an only son and could imagine what my parents were going through. My girlfriend, Riva and my parents would have never known where I was buried The sound of what turned out to be two German planes chasing a huge Soviet plane brought me back to reality. I saw them hit the plane and tons of papers and maps dropped from the sky. The Russian pilot parachuted not far from me. I just lay there frozen with fear. A few minutes later pastoral quietness took over. I first stood, and then ran, not knowing where to go. Not far from there, I saw a little farmhouse. I knocked. The farmer was scared to let me in, but he gave me a piece of bread and cucumber and showed me the way to Ilya, a town where my uncle lived.
When I arrived in Ilya, I learned the Germans had not entered yet. At the Soviet headquarters of war, I saw many armed soldiers. A policeman hung warnings on the street that two people had been executed for stealing something from a factory. At my uncle's home, there were a few Jews, merchants and businessmen during the time of the Polish control, and they were happy about the defeat of the Red Army! I was shocked and couldn't understand. Despite their knowledge of Hitler's views of the Jews, Jewish people were sitting so content, not even considering what was to come. The poor people truly believed nothing would happen to them, that they would manage!
At dawn, the German army approached Ilya, marching in the direction of Dolhinov. With help of relatives, I left Ilya for Kurenitz. The Germans entered Ilya. I immediately crossed the river Vilya at a hidden place and took the forest way to continue. I saw the Red Army taking groups of prisoners from Vileyka, handcuffed with barbed wire. The family members were chasing after the prisoners. I couldn't explain to the families that 20-km away the Germans were approaching.
My legs were cramped and full
of cuts from walking barefoot. I arrived to Kurenitz. Across from the train
tracks on Costa, I saw Dishka, daughter of Zalman Mendel, strolling around with
a basket in her hand collecting mushrooms in the forest. When she saw me, she
threw her basket in the air and ran to my parents to let them know I was alive.
A few minutes later, my parents and girlfriend came running to kiss me. For a
moment we forgot the impending madness all around us.
|Riva née Gordon Zimerman with her father,
Shabtai Gordon and the rest of the family
Other than Riva and her oldest sister, Michla,
the entire family perished on 9-9-1942 in Kurenets
Riva with her grandparents, Nechama-Risha née Gelman and Mendel Alperovitz perished in Kurenets, 9-9-1942 [sitting in the middle] on their right; their daughter [Rivas' mother] holding Michla. Above her: Shabtai Gordon holding Riva.
Left of Shabtai and Riva: sisters of Rivas' mother, Emma née Alperovitz Zivoni [died in Israel c 1996]. Rachel née Alperovitz wife of Levik Alperovitz died in Israel c 1947.
To their left: their brother in law, Zalman Pinchas Alperovitz. Under him, his wife, Helena née Alperovitz Alperovitz holding her son Jaime.
Bottom from left: Two of the children of Zalman Pinchas and Helena Alperovitz, Benjamin and Maurico A. [the family lived and died in Argentina]. Sitting on the right: the youngest and only son of Nechama-Risha née Gelman and Mendel Alperovitz; Eliyahu Alperovitz [perished in the Holocaust].
Shock and fear spread among the Jews, and they locked themselves in their homes. Two days after their arrival, the Germans collected all the Jewish men from 16 to 60 in the center of town. The German commandant said that all Jews had to wear a yellow star, everyday they had to participate in forced labor and make themselves useful, they couldn't walk on the sidewalk, only in the center of the road like horses, they couldn't gather more than three at any time, and they were only allowed out during certain hours. They had to choose Jewish representatives (Judenrat) and they had to obey the Judenrat's orders.
We didn't want to believe that this was the beginning of the end of Kurenitz as the end of the rest of the Jews in eastern Europe. The Germans' first step was taking away all our rights not only as citizens, but as human beings. Our self-respect was walked all over. We were demeaned and humiliated in front of our friends and neighbors. Gentiles that were once our friends stopped talking to as if they never knew us. The shame and lack of control over our own lives made some of us not want to live anymore. Every month a new group of Jews would be executed; the first group for being communist, the second for being loyal to the Polish ways of old. But still people held on to hope, thinking of miracles that would keep them alive. People became very religious. On a regular basis the rabbi would announce another fast. We simply didn't want to believe that a cultural nation like the Germans could be so cruel and insane. When rumors spread about the annihilation of neighboring Jewish communities, many refused to listen. People refused to believe that all the males of the neighboring town of Vileyka, only 7 km from Kurenitz, were executed on the second week of the Germans arrival. People of our town sent them food and clothing, The Christian merchants pretended they were still alive so their relatives and friends would continue buying and sending supplies. Only after the war ended we found out they were all buried next to the Vilya River.
The Judenrat on the one hand wanted to please the Germans and on the other had to encourage the Jews to comply with the rules. They thought that if the Jews made themselves useful, the Germans would keep them alive. But they didn't always do their jobs perfectly and favoritism was rampant.
At the beginning, I worked with the prisoners of war; they were transferred through towns towards Germany and their situation was horrible. When they came to town they would sleep on the ground at a field that belonged to Chaim Zukovski (Zukovski was executed two months later with 54 Jews of Kurenitz they were taken to the woods and dug their own grave and then were shot and thrown into them with their wives and children). Later on I worked in Luban farm and my last job was in the labor camp of Vilyeka as a carpenter even though I had never held a saw in my hand prior to the war. With the agreement of Shotz, the Jewish head of the camp, my girlfriend Riva got a job as a printer in the printing press in the same camp. She was put to work with a printing press so she could secretly send printing material to our Jewish friends who joined the resistance and were printing fliers telling the local residents not to support the Germans and to fight.
For a few months I worked for Foster, the infamous head of the German army in
the area. After every actzia (a planned action where the Jews would be
systematically killed), he would come to me and say, Today we annihilated
the Jewish residence of the town. I brought a few usable Jews, get them
a job. (In 1958, I went to Germany to give a testimony against the Nazi
criminal, he was then a successful industrialist from the Ruhan region, who
excused his deeds by saying he was only following orders and that in the war
with the underground he lost an eye. In spite of my testimony that made people
cry he got a symbolic punishment because of his top-notch lawyers.)
Just prior to dawn, when we exited the village of Viloci, we saw two Jews from Kurenitz who had just returned from a night mission to get food. They took us to the thickest part of the woods near Andrieky, where most of our shtetl's Jews who had managed to escape on the day of slaughter stayed. Also some of the underground fighters under Didia Vassia hid there. It was a morning in late autumn of the year 1942. The frost had already frozen the top layer of the earth, and it sent chilling shivers through our spines.
In the woods there was total quiet. We saw a very depressing site. Sitting around little camp fires dressed in rags, sat families of escapees from the slaughter of Kurenitz. Their faces were black from thick smoke. Only their eyes were shining and it was hard to recognize them. I found out that a few days before my parents had fled to the east with a few other families.
We came full of excitement, we succeeded, and we escaped from the German camp to freedom. Now we realized we must confront the difficulties of every moment's survival. The winter, the snow, and the cold were coming. The underground fighters were going to go east for the winter, and they would not take us. Where could we go? Where could we live? All around us we saw families with little children, old men and women, single survivors of entire families, people who saw the woods for the first time in their lives with no knowledge of the area. They go to find wood for the fire and can not find their way back.
The branches of the pine trees were our roofs, the fire pits our homes, and the ragged clothes our blankets. There were a few families that were luckier. They escaped Kurenitz with their entire families and with some supplies. They knew the area and knew farmers that lived near by that would help them. So, even here people were not equal.
A relative of mine, Nechama, and a few of her cousins, invited Riva and me to their fire pit. They shared baked potatoes with us. I was extremely tired but could not go to sleep. I wanted to study the situation so we would have the best chance of survival. I tried to join the underground but failed because I didn't have a weapon. They wanted to take Riva, but she wouldn't go without me. Riva had a watch that they wanted, so we reached an agreement that they would take us to the East in exchange for the watch, but this plan fell through because my feet were in too bad of a condition to go.
Winter was coming so we decided to prepare. There were two ways to go about it, first to prepare food for the winter months, and , to stay in a hole in the ground, losing all contact with the outside world until springtime. Although this was the best chance to stay alive, we chose the alternative, to build a concealed hiding place (zimlanka) with a few other families, get food and information at night. Particularly during snow storms, so no one could see our foot steps. The main reason we chose this route was because we were hoping we could join the underground.
We were 7 families, including 9 children, with the help of Roman, who was our underground contact. We built a Zimlanka (deep in the ground hide out) in the woods between Jazerio and Liaznitzi. I have to tell you about Sina, a Jew, member of the judnerat of Kurenitz, who joined our group, who even in the woods had a horse, a sled, and a rifle. He was afraid to leave the hiding place so he used us for what he néeded. Yosef, son of Yunkele Kiva, and I would go to the Kurenitz area during every snow storm, and right under the German's noses. We would enter a farm holding Sinas' rifle, and scare the farmers so we could take whatever we néeded. We never actually used the rifle though. We lived like this for two months. We had food, water from the snow, and potatoes that we had stolen from the farms. To combat the ticks we used fire. Moshe, the son of Yunkel Kiva from Kurenitz, was very handy and made us Lutinutz, little pieces of wood used as lamps and lapses, which are boots made of parts of the woods with a rubber sole. He also built two fireplaces made from a special material he found in the woods. Each family had one cooking tool and we took turns cooking. We had more than enough wood.
After two months this idyllic stage ended. One morning our contact, Roman, with his son, came and told us that the Germans knew of our hiding places and that we must leave immediately. We had no choice, we took our belongings and put it on our two sleds, one of which I had bought from a farmer, and went to the more hidden away woods and fixed us a place to sleep. With the first morning lights we were awakened by shots. The Germans surrounded us. This was the first blockade. From the shots we understood that they were closing in on us. We had no time to think. We had to try to go through the ring of the Germans or go across an area that was clear of brush that was approximately 500 acres in size. We guessed that the Germans had come from Andreiky and surrounded the woods from three sides. The fourth side that was the part clear of trees was also clear of Germans. The Germans did not believe that anyone would try to go there. Despite the clear danger I decided to cross that area, thinking that since the Germans were at least 600 meters away they would have a hard time catching us. Riva and I were the first to cross the clearing crawling. The snow was melting and in some areas its height was one meter. Above our heads the bullets whistled. But we had no choice, we had to continue.
We were already in the middle of the clearing and could see a wooden area with no Germans, and then a bullet hit me in my left knée. My boot was filled with blood. I couldn't move and I begged Riva to go on without me. I lifted myself up praying that the Germans would kill me and not catch me alive. But Riva caught me and pulled me to the direction of the woods. Exhausted, we reached the woods. There we met some people that succeeded to cross the prairie. I tore my clothes to stop the blood. We had no medicine or first aid kit. The sun went west and the Germans stopped shooting. All of a sudden I saw in the path made by me being dragged across the snow, a very tiny image slowly walking towards us. This was four year old Lazerke, son of Chayim Alperovich. From far away he saw us and followed behind. We waited for him to reach us. His father, mother and little sister were killed and he was the only one left from his entire family. We didn't have enough time to recover and we heard a horse with a sled coming. Everyone ran away but Riva and I stayed because I couldn't move. The horse came right next to us. Riva caught the horse that the Germans must have lost. Inside the sled we found furs that must have belonged to a farmer. We called our friend Itzka Londers, and he took us back to our hiding place.
The Germans destroyed all the underground hiding places except for ours. After a while the partisans started bringing the wounded. Among them was the head of Spats Grofa, Major Orlov. We found out that everyone who tried to cross the German line was killed. Many Jews who were saved from the slaughter of Kurenitz found their death in the first blockade. I knew where the troop of Commissar Shebetznko stayed. They put me in the sled, and Riva, Itzka Londers and I went to get help. Major Orlov gave me his gun. We had to cross some villages. We couldn't go around them because the snow was very high. Before we entered a village Riva and Itzka would knock on a window of a more secluded home to find out if there were Germans in the village and then we would continue. At dawn we reached the front line of the partisans. They would not let us go ahead but immediately let Shebetznko know of our arrival.
Half an hour later, five sleds with partisans approached us. They gave me primitive first aid. They only had cotton but that helped a little. We went back to our places, but we found the Major dead. His partisans joined Shebetznko and together they all left this part of the woods. They didn't feel any obligation to help the wounded Jews. They didn't seem to have any sympathy for the Jews they left behind (Later we found out that Vanka, the head of this group was a Jew hating German spy, and when the partisans found out about his true identity they executed him.)
After the blockade our spirits were very low. We started looking for other survivors. We only found dead people and we buried them where they were killed. At night there was a very heavy snowstorm, so most of the dead were not found. They didn't even get a burial. The Jews that were left form the Kurenitz slaughter and were able to escape to the woods were greatly reduced in number after the first blockade. Most of them left to the woods like Yazni, Jazerio and Lods, in horrible condition. Most that were left behind were single women who couldn't move by themselves. The people who shared our hiding place collected all their belongings; they put me on the sled and returned to our old hiding place in Jazerio.
On both sides of the road the snow was higher than a meter. There was a fierce snowstorm. Two people pulled the horse and the rest pulled the sled. I lay on the sled, frozen and in horrible pain. Finally we arrived at our hiding place and to our dismay we found that it was totally destroyed. We were in despair but we had no choice, the struggle for life must continue. We were tired and hungry; we built a new shelter. It took us two days. Six families lived there, all together eighteen people.
A few weeks later, without medical help or medicine, my leg started to get
better. Later, with Riva's help, I started to stand on my leg. We had no
information about physiotherapy, but I knew that if I wanted to be able to
walk, I must force myself to use my leg. So in spite of the pain I started
The men, women and children in the camp had to get weapons to survive in the woods. I dressed myself like a Christian and secretly went to the camp and met with the Jewish head of the camp Shotz. I gave him details about the plans of the escape and talked to him about the ways we could get weapons, especially ammunition from the camp to the woods. We made plans to meet again in two weeks. The Jewish camp inmates argued a lot about the issue of escape. Most of the ones that had a good profession refused to escape, they truly believed they would be spared. The main voice against the escape was that of the carpenter, Motka Avis. But the majority of the prisoners and their representative, Hertzel Alperovitz, tilted the balance towards escape. In the next meeting Shotz told me that they elected a committee to prepare for the escape. The committee members were Shotz, Motik Alperovitz, Hertzel Alperovitz, Yonah Riar from Ilya, Kopel Spektor, Yosef Zuckerman, and Velvel Robonsky. They prepared for life in the woods. They studied the details of how to get weapons and ammunition out, and how to connect with us.
The instruction and connection between the camp and us were done by an intermediary, a gentile from the village Noykee. He had a long brown beard and a huge cross around his neck. When he would go to Vilyeka, he would wear a thick fur coat and wear lapses. Secretly, he would give them our letters and instructions, and on the way back in the yard of the hospital next to the camp he would get wooden blocks that Hertzel made holes in to transfer bullets the Jews stole to the woods. Everyone in the camp was preparing for life in the woods. They got shoes, clothes and other necessities. Most of the men succeeded in getting weapons in spite of the difficulties and danger to acquire weapons and ammunition. The intermediary continued coming to the camp and taking the ammunition to the woods. Even the leader of the partisans was amazed with the heroism of the Jews who risked the lives of their families to steal the weapons and ammunition so néeded by the partisans.
In the beginning of March 1943 we decided on March 21 as the day of escape. We were so close to making this dream reality. Everything was ready to the last detail. On the other side of the railroads we were supposed to wait with sleds to carry the women and children. And a few partisan women were supposed to help them cross the town. We were sure this was going to succeed, but fate took us somewhere else. On Wednesday March 18, the intermediary came to take ammunition from the camp. We have already put the wooden pieces on the sled when a local police man stepped on to the sled and took the reins from the guy and he and the guy went away. One of the Jewish women that saw it screamed in panic and everyone started running away in fear that their plot had been exposed. Men and women left their places of work, swiftly rushed to their homes took the children and run. Most of them didn't know where to run. The Germans had no idea what had happened and started chasing them and shooting them. Only a few dozens survived. The rest were shot by the Germans or killed on the way to the woods. How painful it was the next day when we found out that the policeman took the horse only to bring his wife from the hospital, later returning the horse and ammunition. For three days, Riva, Blat and I tried to find survivors. I had relatives among the escapees. But the search results were tragic. We only found bodies.
At the same time we were joined by Yaakov Shafran, Baruch Kotavitzky, his
brother Libu, Avrasha, Moshe, Mordechai Posner and his daughter Hanna. We
lived in a commune. At night the men would go to collect food in the nearby
villages. We had plenty of mushrooms and potatoes. Riva and Hanna cooked very
tasty food and we would all share it from the same pail, with everyone getting
equal portions. For dessert we would eat some kind of berries that were
plentiful, and in the evenings we would sing Russian war songs. Hanna would be
the song leader. Our connection with the partisans became much stronger and we
would take missions under their command. We would go to transfer explosives
from the woods to their bases. Each one would take 20kg of explosive and put
it on their back, and like this we would walk 40 km.
At night, after walking 30 km, we reached the area. We split into two groups. One went to the storage and the second one, including Salim and I, went to the workshop. We looked through the window. We couldn't see anything. Salim forcibly opened it and jumped inside. The guard screamed, so Salim grabbed him by his neck, threw him to the ground and stuffed a gag in his mouth. We poured gasoline all over and lit the shop. Once we saw the building was on fire we retreated. When we left we saw that the second building was also on fire. Salim decided to also knock down some phone poles. The next day everyone in the area was talking about the event. The rumor was that a big group of partisans burned Kurenitz and killed many Germans.
In the spring of 1943 groups of Jewish people from Ghetto Vilna escaped to the woods. The Russian headquarter decided to organize an all Jewish Unit. The unit was constantly evolving. The first leader was Botianitz, and then he was replaced by Bomka Bialsky. The last one was Vlodka Salovitz. Vlodka was not Jewish, He was an anti-Semite who took all the jewelry from the members saying that it would be sold and the money would be used to fight the Nazis. We sow is true face in the second blockade he didn't help the large group of Jews that just escaped from the Vilna Ghetto. the troop was involved in many dangerous missions, but it did not last long. The Soviets did not encourage separatism by religion.
Three days before the second blockade, Vlodka asked two partisans and I to collect information in the villages of Natzki, Shomki and Lintopi. During the third day of mission, we ran into a group of Jews that escaped from the Vilna ghetto. We arranged a dinner for them and we found them a sleeping area in one of the farmers' fields. The next day we brought them to the base. It was clear to everyone that the Germans were going to search the woods soon. We reported this to Vlodka and I said we must do something about these Jews as they were not familiar with the forests. He said everyone that had a weapon could join the unit. The rest had to go to a separate area. My girlfriend Riva had a new weapon with a large amount of bullets. Vlodka approached her and said, This weapon can be used by someone more skilled than you. At the end of the coming blockade, you will get it back. Riva held her finger to the trigger and said, you will have to kill me to get this weapon so Vlodka let go.
Our group consisted mainly of Jews that came from the Vilna ghetto. We all left in small units to look for hideouts, My unit went towards the marsh areas between Donilovitz and Mydel. Before we left the base Vlodka gave us huge machine guns that were half full with ammunition. He showed me how to use it and said good luck. Our mission was very difficult. The road was complicated, winding through wet lands and hills. Some of the wet lands could only be passed by walking on rotten pieces of wood. Often we would fall into the water. Mira Glasser, one of the partisans was very sick and could hardly stand on her feet anyway. The area we had to reach was an island. After a few days we realized that the Germans had left the area. We went to a village nearby to look for food. We found out that the Germans had punished the farmers and burned all the villages. But we were able to find a lot of potatoes.
We started walking back to the base and we rested in the village Niknipi. All the farmers ran away when the Germans came and still had not returned. In one of the barns I found a pig, so we slaughtered him and had him for dinner. This was a real treat for us and made everyone happy. The next day we all got very sick. We returned to the base from all corners of the woods and wet lands, All units returned from their different hiding places during the second blockade. Riva and I were accepted to a new troop, Soborov. The head officer there was Jewish, Shura Katzenbogen.
My main job during this period was spying. Once in a while we would be sent with explosives to destroy the train tracks. One mission was in an area that went through the woods. To prevent terrorism, The Germans would cutoff all the woods near the tracks. They would keep German patrols close-by the train tracks. We watched the patrols for two days until we realized that there was a very short window of opportunity to put the explosives in when the soldiers were far enough away. Late at night, Kopol, from the shtetle of Shofan, crawled to the tracks and made a hole in the ground. He hid some explosives, then connected the wires to light the explosives. He erased his foot prints and quickly crawled back as we watched with our weapons drown from a far. It was important that the Germans not know of the explosives. We all hid few hundred meters from the tracks, waiting until morning when the train was expected to arrive. The Germans were standing right next to the explosives. One of them lit a cigarette. We were hoping nothing would happen then because we aimed for more than just a few Germans. Luckily, the Germans did not discover the explosives. When the train came, Kopol lit the wick. There was a huge explosion and the train derailed. We quickly escaped. The Germans started shooting everywhere. All the supplies being transported by the Germans were destroyed and they couldn't use the tracks for many days.
Kopol was later killed while trying to retrieve ammunition. He was buried in the village of Salutiki and after the war I wrote on the stone, Buried here is a heroic partisan, Kopol. I never knew his last name.
In the middle of 1942 Markov decided to record the history of the partisans brigade. They built a large hiding place, Zimlanka, for the writers and I lived with them. My job was to collect all the necessary supplies for the printing press. At one point we found out that a unit of Germans from Vileyka would have parties on a regular basis at one of the houses in the area. We decided to capture them and bring them with their weapons to the partisan brigade. We were four partisans with some sleds. We stationed ourselves close to that house. An hour later six German soldiers with weapons came to the house. We waited a while. When we heard the sound of singing we knew they were getting drunk and that was the time for action. Avner Feygelson,(Riva's cousin) and I broke the door down and entered with our guns drawn. I announced in German that the house was surrounded by partisans and ordered them to put their hands up and face the wall. They immediately obeyed and we took their weapons that were standing against the wall. We took the soldiers on our sleds and two hours later we gave them to the head of the partisan brigade.
During the final days of 1943, when the Red Army started getting closer to our area, a small airplane, bearing precious supplies, landed in the makeshift airport the partisans build in the woods. Upon returning, they took some of the Jewish partisans (including the wounded Mira Glazer) with them. On June 1944 the Red Army reached the Vileyka area. At that time Riva and I were involved with an underground newspaper. The whole staff of the paper left the woods to the village Polsa near Vileyka. We watched the Nazis running for their lives. In all the panic they forgot to destroy the bridge on the river Vilya. The colors of battle still hung in the sky, but huge undisturbed Russian army was approaching. Red Army tanks supplied by the Americans, crossed the river Villya and continued toward Molodechno, the main cross roads between Minsk and Vilna. We immediately drove to Vileyka. We found the city destroyed by fire. The Jewish school Tarbut and the synagogue were still burning when we got there. We quickly ran to the building of the Es de. We knew that until the last days, a few dozen professional Jews that worked for the Germans were alive. We found no Jews, but I did find a letter written in Yiddish which was written in poem style. It was written by Motke Aves. In the letter he wrote, we hear the sound of the tanks, to us they are the sounds of the bells announcing the coming of the Jewish messiah, but we know that they are not ringing for us, we would not be saved. I ask for forgiveness that I didn't consider escaping from the ghetto and shout with bitter cries, revenge the blood of your brothers. Later I gave the letter to the local newspaper and it was printed in Russian translation.
We found out that the Jews, together with other prisoners from the Vileyka prison, were taken on trucks in the direction of Tzintzivi. We quickly drove there. Just a few kilometers from Vileyka, in a big field next to the road, we saw smoke and smelt the stench of burning meat. We knew that smell well from the time we were in the Vileyka camp. The smell was familiar to us since after every Actzya (action where the Jews were gathered and massacred), bodies were burned. As we approached the area we were greeted with a horrifying scene. A large group of semi burned bodies had been thrown in a giant pile. A constant stream of Red Army soldiers passed us on the way to Smorgon and Vilna. One of the Soviet officers put a huge sign saying, Stop, look at the horrible deeds of the fascist Nazis. Revenge these victim's blood. The next day we buried the murdered as brothers, in one huge grave. Amongst them were a number of Jews from Kurenitz who had believed even until their last days that they would stay alive. One of them was Motke Aves.
The next day we returned to Kurenitz. Most of the homes were burned. All the survivors started leaving the forests and returning to Kurenitz. The gentiles looked in amazement that there were still a few Jews left. It seems like most of them preferred that there would be no one. The local authorities were not sympathetic either.
For awhile I got a job as the manager of a storage building that was full of provisions and supplies that came from the US. I had two helpers, Riva and Rivka Alprorvitz. We slept on top of the tables. Riva was also working for the partisans newspaper that was no longer underground. A short time later I found out that many of the supplies had gone missing . I was not able to stop the politicians from taking the supplies for themselves. I knew that the punishment would be a few years in jail.
I had no choice but to run away and join the Red Army. So started a new stage in my fighting the Germans that lasted from June 1944 to February 1949. First, I took part in horrible battles against Germany in East Prussia in the area of Keningsburg. Later I had to fight the national partisans of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia. Partisans from these areas were carrying on a cruel battle with the Red Army with the support of Sweden and Norway. My important job allowed me to get permission to bring Riva over. Together we went from place to place as we helped to fight the war against the Lithuanian partisans. Our first daughter was born during this time.
In February of 1949 I was released from the army. We missed our turn to leave
the USSR. I went to the university and after graduation I got a good job. In
general I was treated very favorably. However, I quit my job, let go of my
communist party membership, sold my house. I left for Poland on the way to
Israel as soon as I got a hold of the néeded papers.
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