Si toutes les victimes du Nazisme n’étaient pas juives,
tous les JUIFS furent de s victimes. NI PARDON – NI OUBLI.
1942 Ghetto de Varsovie : Lorsque le 22 juillet 1942, les Allemands annoncent une opération de « transfert des populations vers l’Est», c’est-à-dire la déportation vers les camps de la mort, le président du « Conseil Juif » du ghetto, Adam Tcherniakov, se suicida (23 juillet) pour ne pas avoir à livrer les enfants aux nazis.
– Au ghetto de Varsovie, en ce jour, un cordon de S.S., de Lettons, d’Ukrainiens,
de Lituaniens au service des allemands entoure le ghetto. A l’intérieur des murs, c’est la panique. Devant les affiches du judenrat des groupes s’agglutinent, éclatent et se reforment à nouveau. On peut y lire que «par ordre des autorités allemandes, les Juifs de Varsovie seront transférés vers l’Est». Seuls, ceux qui travaillent dans les usines allemandes pourront rester, ainsi que les fonctionnaires du Judenrat, les policiers Juifs et leurs familles.
July 10, 1919
Mikulas and his German-speaking Jewish family lived in the town of Hlohovec. His family owned a large farm and his father was a rancher. In 1932, due to declining economic conditions, Mikulas’s father began to sell all of his property. Then the family moved to the city of Bratislava, where they had many relatives.
1933-39: My father worked with my uncle in the wholesale paper business. I worked part-time in a workshop as an electrician and I went to high school. In 1938 we began to hear of German atrocities, such as the « Night of Broken Glass. » In 1939 the fascists took over Slovakia and I was drafted into the Slovak army. Along with 500 other Jewish inductees, I was sent to a work camp, where we cleared snow off the roads.
1940-44: When I returned home three years later, Jews were being transported to Nazi concentration camps. In Bratislava I did my best to remain inconspicuous but I ran into an old army friend. Suddenly I was pushed into a Gestapo car. My « friend » was an informer. The Gestapo took me to their office. They wanted names of other Jews. I saw an open window, and I leaped out and fell on my back. Waking in terrible pain, I somehow managed to get to my home. Friends and I planned to escape the Nazis, but one day the SS knocked at my door.
Mikulas survived several concentration camps before being liberated by the Soviets. After the war he emigrated to the United States.