I was 15 when the Germans invaded Poland. It was my big brothers Marek and Waczek who got me acquainted with the Dror Youth Movement.
I quickly became an active member of the Resistance, at the Movement's headquarters in Warsaw.To us, the young fighting pionneers, there was on the one hand, our faith in the highest ideal: justice - fated to triumph, the friendship binding us, Eretz-Israel, so distant, so desired, and almost unreal, but which we knew existed. Those were things we believed in, and we were young, innocent and whole. But next to this deep faith, there also was a realistic vision of our situation, without illusion. And along with all the other Jews, we knew that everything was lost, that death was a certainty. And it was perhaps because we had such deep faith that we were able to face the sad truth and do something: not being resigned, not breaking down, but doing, acting!In this hopeless situation -with no alternative- our strength lay in our capacity to choose. We chose our path: how to
