And so, to get out, it wasn't easy because every day, the groups leaving the Ghetto for work -they were young people- they were counted on the way out, and they were counted at night, coming back in. It had to be the exact number of people. So, by chance, my brother came one night and told me: there's someone who's gone out -because there were certain Jews who did try to go out on the Polish side- and some of them realized that there wasn't much hope either of surviving over there.
And that was how… my brother met a friend who told him:
you know, I've decided to go back, to return to the Ghetto because, in the end, I see that I have no hope of surviving…
And my brother jumped on the opportunity for me to go out,
one morning, and for that person to return at night so that the count should be right. So, going out, the same number of people, and going back too… And me, I stayed on the other side…
