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They shrank the ghetto. They made it smaller and we moved in on the street called Operova. We move in. In one...we had one room. There were two rooms, a very rundown place, but however it was a little brick house and it was close to the gate where the ghetto was. In one room the four of us lived, a tiny little room. We had a bed, one bed where the three of us, the children, slept, and Daddy slept on a little bed cot, sort of. Next door, in the other room was a family, a young family, newly married and a brother that lived with them and they were wonderful to us. Wonderful. They did not have children of their own. They shared absolutely everything with us. The little bit of...the extra food, the extra hot water to wash. They sort of thought that maybe, maybe one of us maybe will survive or something. I don't know. It wasn't told to us but I somehow had the feeling. And um my father went to slave labor. I did not work in the ghetto. I was too young. In fact, um, my little brother would run out of the ghetto. He was blond and, and really, his Polish was so very good, and he he did many, many times run out on the Christian side, come back, would bring some food.
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