I don’t know where my dad went. He wasn’t at home for almost a week. When German soldiers left the village he came back and his friend told him: “Don’t show the dog!” But how to hide a dog, where?!
My name is Zofia Raj, I was born in 1950. My parents told me what they had experienced during the war, at least everything they knew for sure. Did people want to escape from here? Were they afraid that they would be resettled? In the beginning of the war, people were fleeing … Continue reading Zofia Raj→