39 Kupiecka Street

... I had found a room on 39 Kupiecka Street, an old dark building, windows knocked out, wallpaper torn, a kerosene lamp providing dim light. In the room was a bed without a blanket and a broken table with three and a half legs, which collapsed at the slightest distur- bance. I shared the space with a few other Jews and we became absorbed in our own reminiscences. Suddenly, someone suggested we go to synagogue to participate in the Kol Nidre services. It didn’t take long to persuade me. After all, there wasn’t anything else to do. ...