Waksman’s Knitware Factory

... In the meantime, the Nazis exposed the hideout where my husband, my parents and his parents stayed. They were led out to Fabryczna Street. While being taken out of the ghetto, my mother caught my father’s attention in a courtyard and whispered in his ear, ‘‘Save yourself! Go to the children.”’ Somehow he managed to get to my bunker. Following the seven-day liquidation campaign, word spread that whoever had a job would be granted a permit to remain in the ghetto — a reprieve from immediate extermination. I got such a document and added my father’s and sister’s names to it. 1 went to work at Waksman’s Knitware Factory. We knitted socks and gloves for the Nazi soldiers. In this way, I hoped to get a bit of sustenance for my family. ...