Oh You want to know how it happened that I found myself in this bottom of hell which existed among people, in Poland, in Europe Auschwitz-Birkenau: hell on Earth The last conversation with the eldest wittness Zofia Stępień, our beloved Grandma was born on the 3rd of June 1920 in Radom If she lived, today, on the premiere day of this documentary, she would celebrate her 100th birthday Unfortunately fate wanted it the other way and took her to the better world on the 2nd day of Christmas just half a year before this beautiful jubilee. Grandma spent her childhood and adolescence in Radom where the outbreak of World War II found her. She loved her homeland and so she got engaged in the resistance movement very soon She became a liaison in the underground organisation called Szare Szeregi which cooperated with Home Army It was a decision that influenced her further life in a dramatic way because as a consequence she was arrested by the Gestapo and sent to a concentration camp Auschwitz-Birkenau There, for over 2 years she was experiencing everyday hell Which has left its mark for the rest of her life. Short before her death we managed to convince her to tell her story in front of the camera We dedicate this story to everyone who hasn't yet understood that war, in any form, is always the worst possible solution you want to know how it happened, that I found myself in this bottom of hell, which existed among people, in Poland, in Europe In this hell – Auschwitz-Birkenau They just came at 6 in the morning, two men came and they began to search for proof I was scared, because I knew that something might happen I know I had a whole package of underground bulletin spread by Warsaw throuout Poland hidden somewhere But they didn't find it. They didn't find anything but either way they took me to Gestapo headquarters and there, all they long, from the dawn all day long they asked and asked for names, nothing else I didn't tell them a single name I said I didn't even know what they wanted from me so they tormented me till late night but they didn't use force and finally when it was dark, and it was october so it got dark early one of them saw that the girl was harmless one of them took me by a taxi, a car of sort To the prison in Radom, where one unit was intended for political prisoners so in this car we got there, he led me into the corridor, called the bell for soldiers on duty and they opened the gate and led me into the prison cell In the cell – it was a long, narrow cell – a lot of women lied down side by side like herrings in a can they were laying on some dirty old pallets covered with blankets All of them watched me, what i looked like finally one of them – probably the „older” of the cell came up to me and asked: „where did they take you from?” I said: „from home” „what time?” - she asked for everything and they understood that I wasn't caught from the street but they arrested me intentionally so then all those girls came to sit around me and asked, each one asked about someone Did I see, did I know. The day they arrested me was the 3rd day of hanging prisoners, who were sentenced to death. It was the 3rd day already so they all knew something was going on in town But no one told them what was happening so they asked Did you know Henry this and that, or did you know someone like that... I didn't remember anyone, I knew about one man only, who was hang on the first day. and his girlfriend, it was plain to see that she was very scared she sat next to me all the time, finally we were going to sleep because sentry came and shouted that the light is still on I lied down next to some woman And that girl came near me, she lied down and said: „you know, he is my husband but I think he will be sentenced because they accuse him for lots of things” I said I didn't know anything, but I did, I knew he was already hang and that is how it started on the first day and then they started interrogating me. From time to time they called me for interrogation and they kept scaring me that if I tell them at least two names I will be free the next day and if I don't say I will go somewhere else but they were clearly suggesting it was going to be some camp. I kept playing an idiot that I didn't know anything That they bother unnecessarily because I really absolutely had no contacts with anyone who could make harm to them I explained like this all the time These interrogations lasted for 4 and half months Sometimes I was hit but not as badly as one of my friends who was tortured in a terible way I just got a normal beating on a bottom with a cane and after beating he was sitting me up, I sat on a huge furry chair It was huge and then I had to get up and slide around the handrail, which was very thick, stuffed I lied down head to the seat and he beat me up on my bottom from behind At the end he sat me up, he took me by the collar like you take a kitten or a puppy, he sat me on the chair and asked: „name?” name, always name. I said nothing. they tormented me like this for 4 and half months and finally, on the last session, when they wanted to get rid of all prisoners I don't know, it was such a huge „recruitment” to camps on that last day when he called me up for interrogation he said: „listen, you're either an idiot or you're an unusually clever girl. I no longer have patience for you, so go where you're about to go and you shall see that here it wasn't so bad”. So the next morning there was an appeal, we all went outside the cells Then we went down to the truck and in this truck we were taken to the train station. There were so many of us in this truck that there was no place to sit There were so many prisoners from this single corridor And then they pulled us out, so to speak, from this truck and we waited for the train. A cargo train arrived. a train that had huge sliding door and a tiny, narrow window above on te level of human face it was a typical cattle train in which animals are transported. They pushed us inside and we rode like this for 48 hours As I found out later from my friends, ome girls were taken to Auschwitz by a normal train and us – they just sentenced us to such drudgery from the start. it was impossible to sit down because there was no space, we were standing side by side like herrings in a can But of course when you're closed for such a long time a place is needed where you can simply defecate There was no such place. No bucket or room, nothing, it was a nightmare. so the prisoners decided to move to the front it was a ractangular wagon so one corner was left for human excement and we all squeezed even more to the front. and there was no other way, we had to use it. then it all squelched under our feet and we had to stay in this horrible reek for 2 days In this slush feet were covered up to our ankles. And finally we had arrived to Oświęcim the whole platform, the whole station was filled with policemen, with soldiers and they started pulling us out of the train, they opened the doors and ordered us to jump out and it was quite high because there was no platform below but ground so we were jumping out, nobody got hurt, and immediately we had to be on our knees, no standing Immediately after jumping out of the train we had to kneel. So we kneeled. and there was frost under our knees because it was the beginning of march, there was a lot of snow and ground was frozen. and we kneeled in this snow until dawn cries, screams, dogs were barking, soldiers were shouting terribly and we were so petrified we had no idea what was happening it wasn't how we imagined it, cause we did think of concentration camps But never expected such cruel welcome. Finally, after sunrise, they ordered us to stand up. It was very difficult to get up from those frozen knees but we got up and they ordered us into fours And we were convinced that because at school during sport lessons we always stood in fours and there they told us to stand in fives five, five, five five so we managed to stand in those fives and that was the beginning of set up in the camp, because in the camp every komando (fraction, group) was always set up in fives. and this is how we started to march after a while, when we walked quite far away from the station we saw a huge gate and above this gate is written: „Arbeit macht frei” we thought this is the camp they're leading us into we passed very near to the gate and they moved us to turn right into the side road we weren't meant to stay there although we thought this camp looked very nice, it was bricked, there were windows in the buildings we didn't know yet that there were also bathrooms, toilets and all we thought it wasn't bad at all, that camp but they ordered us to turn right and that is how we walked 3 km to the women camp (Birkenau) It was the beginning of women camp, there weren't many barracks yet and we entered it. They opened a gate, or a wicket and we entered and we saw barracks low, very low, hideous, old, shabby barracks made of bricks I was told they were built by soviet prisoners, who were brought there first And they made them from demolished houses, because they took huge land there which was destined for house construction so out of these demolished houses they had built these barracks and we got them to live in them But we didn't go tho those barracks yet. In the firs barrack from the gate, from the entrance we were ordered to stand in the corner and on in the other end Jewish women were standing they were rich, beautiful, well dressed women and they were ordereed to stand there. There was a whole group of these girls, they were women in different age And we stood in the other end and watched In the middle there was a table and a chair where Aufsierin – a german official - was sitting and a prisoner woman in striped shirt next to her and these german girls, german jewish girls, because there were no official jews anymore they were coming up and were being searched they were cutting their sleeves with a razor blade because they knew – prisoners did this job watched by Aufsierin they were cutting sleeves in this seam here and they knew that in each pillow under the sleeve they were hiding gold, jewelery. they were hiding lots of treasures in there and on the table – it was a small table – a huge pile of gold grew there were perhaps around 200 of these girls the were being searched for a long time and at the end they were unseaming their linings there were treasures there too, under the linings Because they were the richest Jewesses that were left in Berlin. I heard they were taken from Berlin and robbed like this after that we went to "sauna", to a large barrack, where there were showers hanging off the ceiling we were ordered to undress so we did and there was this horrible woman who stood by the handles which started the water she stood there, held that handle and kept screaming in this strange german – polish language „if any of you tries to escape from under the shower, you'll see how I will hit you with this handle” and I thought – whatever she wants from us, yet all of us want to take a shower And then she pulled that handle and icy cold water fell on us. And it was march, there was snow girls started to scream and jump out of the showers and I just stood there because I was so exhausted that actually this cold shower brought me a bit of relief and then she closed the water and all wet and dripping we were supposed to line up for dressing up In a big room there were piles of shirts, underpants, there were no bras shirts, underpants, shirts, underpants on the next stand there were stockings they were paired in a way that for example one was brown and one transparent you couldn't ask for a different pair cause you were hit in the head immediately so there were stockings, then shoes I got huge shoes that looked more like sleigh. When I put them on and tied up, my feet were coming out. But it was before getting dressed when we were pushed into a room after the shower to stand and dry. and we were all shaved and bald, it was the prisoner girls who shaved us, it was a komando of czech jewesses, they were prisoners too but they were brought there first and they knew german so they functioned there from the beginning so they were then dressing us up in all those clothes I remember afterwards we were entering a room with seats put higher and higher and whenever one of us came in all others were like: „oooo” nobody recognized anyone we all entered there naked and shaved so none of us looked like before I remember there was an elderly lady – she could have been around 50 – she was arrested in Radom with her two daughters She was taken there with one daughter and she didn't recognize her own daughter and when that lady entered the room after shaving the head when she entered that waiting room she held her head and kept saying: „girls...” - she was an elegant lady „girls, what do I look like, nobody's going to recognize me!” and we were thinking who do you want to get recognized by, madame, we know who you are. she was so very changed. She was a very fat lady, probably weighted around 100 kg, she had such a big belly and at that time she was still fat and then, after some time, when I ran into her in baths on a general bathing her belly was hanging down to her knees like a pinny. Everything just hung on her, she was very changed but that's just the way it was anyway, we got dressed into all those clothes we were given and suddenly one of us starts to scream and jump up we all looked at her and she said: „fleas! You have no idea how many fleas there are in these clothes” she put on a dress all covered in fleas we all had fleas but not as many as her so she got hit in the head, back there everything was explained with a stick on your head or back she got hit to keep quiet or she would get something more. And then we went to our barracks We were given the numbers and some woman came to pick us up – the boss of the barrack, a prisoner too and she took us, all of us from Radom to one of the barracks she walked with a candle along the corridor where bunks were it was one of those bricked barracks and she was pushing us into those bunks, two here, three here, one here I had to walk quite far, anyway I was unconscious of fear, of terror then she pointed at me and said: „you – here” and she kept on walking with that candle And I was standing there not knowing what to do next. It was so completely dark that it was impossible to see anything and then someone from this niche, you remember what they look like, said: „hop on, don't you know how to get up here?” I said: „I don't know” I was supposed to get on the top bunk, so I'm trying to climb with my hands but it didn't work so she said: „listen, put your knee here and then lift yourself up, you'll learn, don't worry” so that's what I did and she pulled me up by the hand and I lied down next to her she started to talk to me, asked how old I was so I told her and she says: „I have a daughter your age and I keep thinking about her” she says: „come closer to me, I know it reeks here” Because I said: „I can't stand this terrible stench” And she says: „everybody stinks here, tomorrow you will stink as well, you'll see come lie down closer to me and try to sleep cause at 3 a.m, they wake us up and we have to go out for an appeal and that's how it all started. I wanted to lie closer to her but she...I still smelled like freedom because we washed ourselves in the prison, I couldn't, she reeked so badly. but somehow I slept or lied down through the night, I don't even know whether I slept or not, and then I heard the whistle and room-leaders walked by and kept screaming „aufstehen! Aufstehen!” so my savior moved me and said; „maybe you will be able to stay on this bunk, so remind yourself to me” But they never put me back into this barrack, but somewhere else where I lived on the same kind of bunk I forgot to tell about one of the most important things, in the very beginning, when we entered the gate of Oświęcim we had serial numbers tattooed on our forearms and so our group had from 30000 up Mine was 37255 I was tattooed more or less in the middle by other girls who were also prisoners they were prisoners who worked in offices and held functions so they were treated differently than ordinary prisoners they tattooed us and so they tattooed this number It's still visible, it's over seventy years old So I forgot about that, I'm sure I forgot about many other things but it will come up during conversation what I didn't say yet and then we were sent to different komands me and all my friends from Radom we were marked in a way We were right away taken to Budy Budy was a village 3 km away from Oświęcim but it was in the other direction than Birkenau Because Birkenau, where we lived, was also 3 km away from the main camp Budy was a penitentiary camp, where people were sent to die There were very hard physical works and plenty of people were dying there. Not many returned. And we were all sent to Budy We had no idea what it was or why we were taken there We worked very hard there, it's difficult to talk about it. For example we had to build a rail track. There was a clay soil there. We had to dig in this soil, it was so terribly heavy, and then we threw it on trolleys running on narrow rails It was on the level of a human head so one had to lift that shovel filled with soil very high to be able to throw it on that trolley. It was one of the works there Another was that our komando, always only our komando had to collect stones they were stones as big as a human fist There was a field all covered with those stones as if intentionally someone had sent a couple of trucks to throw such a small stones there. We had to pick up these stones. We couldn't lift ourselves, or straighten up to let the back rest all the time we had to stay bent and pick up the stones. We had aprons into which we were putting the stones and then we were taking them to the side, to a pile after a while aprons were torn because they were weak so they ordered us to take of our jackets. They were called „jaki” in the camp but it was a sort of a buttoned jacket down to the hips that we put on our dresses we had to take it off and wear the other way around – back to front then button up in the back and keep collecting stones into the jacket in the front and these jackets were strong enough to last till the end then, there were so many really dreadful jobs to do there for example, we were carrying stones of size of a human head on wheelbarrows There was a pile of stones from which we took stones and put on a very heavy wooden wheelbarrow you could put up to 3 or 4 stones there and then we had to cross a small trench with that wheelbarrow there was a very narrow wooden footbridge which we had to cross with shis heavy wheelbarrow full of stones and after 10 meters we had to throw the stones onto another pile then one had to come back to the first pile with an empty wheelbarrow, load again and so on. We were weak, exhausted girls, we all spent a long time in prisons and if someone fell down they had to get up, pick up the fallen stones, the wheelbarrow, put it back on the footbridge It was very hard work and you had to carry it to the end, to the right pile intended for the stones you were carrying I had an accident once that I fell down with these stones How many times they hit me with sticks befor I managed to put the stones back on the wheelbarrow First wheelbarrow back to the bridge and then stones back to the wheelbarrow and take it to the pile so I got ill right away, I don't know if I were there for a week I got pneumonia right away and from then on I was absolutely unconscious when I came back from work one could get a referral to a hospital, there was a specific district of the camp where bock leader checked your temperature so if someone had less than 39 degrees they were still healthy and had to go to work I went there and waited for my turn to get checked all the girls had their turn and went away and noone asked why I was sitting there nobody said: „go, it's your turn now” everyone went as quickly as possible to find out whether they were ill enough to go to the hospital or not and I just fell asleep there and had slept for so long I wasn't coming back for a long time, there was a lady who took care of me, mrs. Dryglewska and she started to worry about me all other girls came back to the barrack so she went to that block leader lady, to her room the block leader lady was our boss, she was a prisoner too but she was german so she went there, looked around, silence, all lights out, she looks at the floor and finds me laying there so she woke me up, knocked on the door to the block leader's room she told her there was one more girl to be checked And the other one said: „I have finished work for today, tell her to come back tomorrow”. so she begged her, said that the girls is very sick. No way, she refused. so she held me and took me back to my bunk and because there was sleet outside that day – it was march but there was still snow so our clothes were all wet it was a material that dried for a very long time once it got wet so I went to bed in this wet dress with high fever to dry and warm it with my own warmth and I slept like this and that was it, the next day no one could get me out of bed there was no way to move me because I was already completely unconscious so a sort of a car came, there were a few girls destined to go to the hospital among others I was taken as potentialy ill and they took us to Birkenau, back to the female camp where it wasn't as good as in men's part. there in the hospital they undressed me I was given some rag to cover myself, they showed me my bed and I was standing there by that bed I was still a bit conscious because it was in the morning, after waking up so finally I had to get on that bed myself because all my neighbours in their beds were saying: „what are you a princess? Are you waiting for a slave to pick you up and put you in bed?” So I was trying to get on the bunk myself, I kept lifting myself and falling down but at last I managed. you remember, you saw those wooden bunks, because there were wooden bunks in the hospital they were three-story bunks as well as the ones in other barracks and I got the middle one to live on when I got there I thought maybe there was going to be a pillow maybe a sheet or anything but there was nothing, just a pallet … I'm too weak to talk any more it was a sort of a paper pallet filled with some paper lumps there was no sheet, nothing, just those pallets and under the head - I was told by a neighbour from the bed near mine, an experienced patient she said: „take the shoes they'd given you and put them under your head because in case you survive you won't have anything to put on your feet cause someone will steal them” so I took those shoes...how much does one have to strive with such high fever, in such illness to bend, take the shoes, put them under the head, lift up to the bunk and lie down and once I lied down on those shoes – these were shoes with shanks so they stood next to each other like this and I put my head on the lower part and in this one single moment I was happy that nobody will torture me anymore, that I won't have to get up for an appeal, that I can just lie down and die like this but noone will ever disturb me anymore I was so happy...and then naturally I fell into higher fever, into illness, I was taken to the hospital with pneumonia but there immediately, on the first day I got infected with typhoid it was a horrible illness, two very serious illness came together, pneumonia and typhoid and somehow I fought both of them without any help, there was no way to get an additional sip of water nothing, only what I was getting in the morning and then in the evening and of course we were told not to drink it all at once, they were screaming at us in an ordinary way - those ladies who were giving us food – prisoners like ourselves „don't eat everything at once cause you won't get anything more, small sips, slowly” so of course I took one sip but then I'm thinking ok, maybe one more, and one more and then before I know it I see an empty pot and then all day long I suffered unimaginable thirst before I got the next portion in the evening and again they were ordering us to drink slowly but one couldn't resist and drank it all at once and then again I suffered all day long, I dreamed of little shops with soda water and I still can't understand...I spent almost 5 months in that hospital because some illnesses were ending and new were beginning And I was drying like that. After those 5 months I waighted 30 kilograms because I starved, nobody came to give me something, I had nobody close to me, nothing there was this country girl that was in one prison cell with me before and she felt sort of...she didn't get ill, she was in the camp too and I know she was looking for me in all these hospital barracks but she couldn't have found me because even if she was screaming my name I was unconscious and didn't hear but when I got better, a bit more healthy, she found me at last Her name was Mary, she was a partisan, and I owe so much to her she died in the camp. She got ill later on, her legs got very swollen. Later we all looked at legs if someone had swollen legs it meant that they won't live much longer she had both legs so swollen that they looked like pumpkins but before, when she found me, she said: „at last I found you!” I think she was a bit older than me, maybe 5 years older she said: „how can I help you cause I don't know what you need, you're terribly dry” she spoke with a bit of a dialect and I was so grateful to her, I said: „after pneumonia I cough and spit a lot and there is nowhere to spit into, I just spit into my hands because I don't know what else to do, and then I wipe it against the blanket” and she says: „so you need a piece of material, ok yes, I will do everything to get it for you” she was a strong, tough girl she wasn't coming back for a day, maybe two, I don't remember, anyway she came back and I see her taking out something very long from behind her jacket, she's pulling and pulling and it was a long shawl that priests wear it was very long with a beautiful lace and she says: „so that shall do for a while of spitting” and I was so happy, she started to tear it into tissues so I could have something because I would have no strength to tear it myself when she got into tearing that lace I said: „stop, don't distroy it, it's a really beautiful lace” and she says: „what an idiot, she feels sorry for a lace, aren't you sorry for yourself?” so I said: „a little bit, yes”, I was beginning to get better and so she tore it into small pieces and it lasted for a while there was a lot of this material but then after I left hospital I saw her once more with those swollen legs but at that time I couldn't help her with anything, I was still very weak, I hardly stood on my own legs, so I couldn't have done anything for her and that was when I cried for the first time, because I couldn't do anything for her after that I never cried in the hospital so that was the way it all began, and then I started to get better and as I began to regain my health everything began to change in my life one time, when we could write letters we got pieces of paper and pencils to write, to be specific three of us were getting a tiny short piece of pencil to write a letter to family so I used a piece of packing paper that I got, I don't know, I got it somehow so first, before I started to write a letter to my mom...I don't know what I did I just sketched a portrait of a girl next to me, she was laying crosswise and looked so funny as if she was asking to be sketched and so I made her portrait later, after I finished drawing, I wrote the letter so I'm showing her what I did...it was a caricature she looked at it and says: „girl, you're very talented, I must so something about it!” so right away she went to the block leader, the nurse, cause she was almost healthy that girl I didn't know her, she wasn't in my group so the block leader came, some other ladies came too, said that girl should be taken care of if she's talented. Someone should take care of her they got me some paper, they were in contact with men who could bring paper from the office they even got me a pencil, a soft one so I could draw nicely and they said: „here you go, draw if you want, we'll see what will come out of it” but I kept drawing someone, I didn't do fantasy drawing, just girls that were around me and they were good drawings At first my hands were shaking but then I drew... but I don't think I will be able to talk any more Cause from this moment on my vegetation in the camp had begun in fact I never had any function, I didn't know German in order to get a function in the camp one had to know the language just like Czech Jewesses they came with the language and somehow they all got some jobs, I mean they didn't have any wonderful jobs but they had some. for example they could give out clothes, they could function in some way but because all of them were...they adjusted to the role Germans had in the camp they were all roughening and becoming mean, despite the fact that they could have been better for example when they were undressing me, I had a neck-chain with a cross around my neck and I had a silver ring, they were trying to take it off by force, they couldn't because I intentionally put it on a thicker finger but they ordered me to take the cross off, they didn't want to bother with the ring but wanted me to take off the locket and I kept holding it and said: :I won't take it off, let me keep it” because they knew polish, „no, take it off!” - so I said: „no!” so she pushed my hand away like this, grabbed that cross and tore it off so that there was a trace left on my neck so I didn't have anything of my own that ring, when I was leaving hospital I gave it to one lady to keep it for me I said I would come back for it but I didn't come back because I was moved to a different komando and there was no way I could get back in the hospital because one couldn't enter to visit someone one had to really contrive and bribe those watchwomen or caretakers or whatever they were called they stood on the gate and if you had nothing to bribe them with they were sending you away hospital was surrounded with a seperate fence I forgot about one more thing, I skipped one very important moment in the hospital when I was still very very ill, a doctor, prisoner, was walking along the row, along the blocks and signed the ones that were going to be ready for tomorrow, the ones that were going to die and when she came up to my bed she said: „oh this one will absoultely be done tomorrow” and that's when one prisoner was walking by, she was a sort of a helper to the block leader, a prisoner she heard that, stopped and she says: „what? She will be ready for tomorrow?” so the other one says: „yes, she's done already” ans that girl says: „doctor, please, she's my friend from the prison cell, please help her” „I have no means anymore”, „you still have one injection left”, she knew because they were getting medicines from the freedom in secret if a doctor prisoner had such injection it was used only for patients who had a chance to live so she says: „you still have one injection” because she kept staying in the block leader's room and she says: „but it's kept for someone who might live and she's finished” „doctor please, I will kneel before you, please give her that injection, I beg you” I know she was really begging so the doctor said to me: „listen, I will prick you now when I prick you and you will feel it, make a gesture, wink, move your fingers, whatever” because I wasn't speaking anymore, I was already dying she says: „then I will know that there is still a chance, if you don't give a sign it means you're done” so I wait for that twinge, I wait and wait and nothing and then I hear: „you see, she didn't even move, she doesn't feel any more, she's dying” so the girl left sad and then there's the night, and during that night I'm dreaming, I have such a wonderful dream I dream of my church in which I sang, where I sang in a choir and I dream of that church, that it's so full of light, there's so much light everywhere and I walk slowly, I reach the altar where three priests are standing wearing golden vestments and then I kneel in front of the priest in the middle and I'm so incredibly happy , so happy that there are no words to explain what unbelievable hapiness it was and such beautiful golden light shone from everywhere and I am so unbelievably happy and... and suddely I hear: „nachtwache nocznik” some Czech girl was calling for someone to bring her the urinal and at once everything disappeared, priests disappeared, those golden rays of light in the windows disappeared they were coming from somewhere and that is when I opened my eyes and that was the moment I came back to life and then suddenly someone bends over to me and yeals: „but she's alive! She's looking around!” so there was a crowd around me immediately because it was clear that I was dead and I was looking around so again, I was very famous, the whole block was coming to look at me at that time the mortality was incredubly high in the hospital blocks and I amazed all the neighbours and hospital workers that I came back to the living and opened my eyes and from then on I started to come back to life, I simply started to live again and that's when it happened that I sketched that girl prisoner who sat next to me her caricature which brought attention of all those ladies who were on funcions there and that is how my a bit more stabilized life bagan they could have sent me away from the hospital already but when those nurses saw and the block leader and all the women who had anything to say there they were just writing higher temperature in my charts let's say I had 38 degrees, which was enough to be discharged although of course I still had high temperature but they wrote 39 and that's how it started after 5 months I was discharged from the hospital and went to work on another block but it wasn't such a horrible, slave work like it was in Budy there, they were just trying to finish us, I don't know who survived it in Budy but it was all to finish people And here, somehow I started to live.
