A, Zakheim
A LETTER!
When we were liberated, we knew that we didn't have anybody of our
family and friends. Our families were annihilated in Auschwitz crematories. We
knew that we would not return home, nobody would wait for us there, only burnt
houses and sad reality. But we knew that we were not completely orphan. We knew that
there in the Great America, beyond the sea, were our Landsmen, our people of
Pruzhany.
In the first opportunity, through an American soldier, we wrote the
first letter. We didn't request help, neither food packages, neither money.
Only G-d knows that we were naked, barefoot and not well fed. No, we didn't
request help. We send a list of Pruzhany survivors (TN They were in Feldofing.
PURS people found this list in YIWO New York, which is posted in our web). We
waited impatient an answer. Days passed, also weeks, there was no answer. The mail didn't work in regular form,
but Landsmen gave a letter to a good
Jewish soldier, and through him we received a very warm answer.
There is no money that can pay simple and common words . We didn't wait
material help promises . Only the feeling that we are not alone, that have
siblings and sisters that worried about us. That is more expensive than money.
Warm relations, an extended hand good
will, real concern, and at the end, material
help. Through different ways, by mail, casual opportunities.
It was a light ray that illuminated in the darkness that descended on
us, in the night of the robbery and
Nazi crimes.