We all had a profound awareness that our families had perished. Absolutely everyone had died in the camps and ghettoes. I…
My father Adam Bromberg, like many Polish Jews, was a communist before the Second World War. He was imprisoned for…
On December 31, 1967, our son Bartek was born. One day after dinner, my stepfather, my mother, my wife Grazyna, and…
Fifty five years have passed since the infamous March of 1968 and I still consider that event and its aftermath the major…
I was born in the largest – three and a half million – and culturally oldest Jewish community, which was known worldwide…
I was born in the Polish town of Łódź on 1 January 1926, the youngest child and the only brother to four sisters. I had a…
I shall try to recreate the prevailing atmosphere, to understand why he – now I – isn’t shocked when the Party starts persecuting Jews…
There I was, stirred by the play Dziady and the recent days’ events at the University of Warsaw, ready to go on strike for the Polish…
I was left almost alone here. Most of my closest friends had gone. They did not lose their homeland. Their homeland had lost them…
Practically all my Jewish friends decided to emigrate. They left in turns, and we used to go to the Gdański Railway…
Henryk Morel (1937–1968), one of the most talented sculptors of Poland’s young generation became a deadly…
My father was very much afraid. Firstly, it was like ripping out roots planted fifty- four years before and transplanting them…
Interview in Skibet Documentary (1970) after arrival in Copenhagen, Denmark: -A sad thing happened when…
The thunder hit a little earlier, in June 1967. My father, a delegate to the Congress of Trade Unions, returned home…
Do you know what makes me sad? Over ten thousand Jews emigrated from Poland at that time and, aside from…
Hell broke out in March 1968. On March 9th, the day after the demonstrations, newspapers and radio stations began to…
I was sixteen years old when the anti-Semitic campaign began. It initially felt like an adventure. My best friend and…
The question whether to leave Poland or not was discussed several times during my childhood. I lived in the small town…
Mass rallies were organized in Lublin in 1968. Children were taunted at school, called Jews. One evening, my older daughter…
I was as if in a fever. All the time I was thinking: ‘My God, so I’ll never return to this place. How is this possible?’ There were…
My father was born in 1910, in Zamosc; my mother was born five years later in Lublin—both to traditionally religious…
My mother grew up in an impoverished, deeply religious family in Lodz. My father, who comes from a more assimilated…
March 1968 started in the year 1946, very shortly after the war and lasted for the next 22 years…
