As I parted with my real mother,
I completely forgot about her. She vanished completely from my memory
I was born in 1938 in Radomsko. My name was Renata, diminutively Renia. My father, Izydor Praminger, managed a law firm over there. We constituted a happy family — I had parents, a nanny and a brother 8 years older, Bronuś. After the eruption of the war, we moved to Brody, where my grandparents lived. In 1942 we found ourselves in the ghetto. My parents could not accustom themselves to the terrible situation. My nanny, who worked with my parents for 18 years and had good relations with them became a providential person. She supplied food and clothes, saving us from hunger and cold. Conditions were getting tougher, typhoid reigned, deportations to the Bełżec camp were commencing. My parents decided to give me under the care of my nanny. She took me out of the ghetto holding me by the hand.
One day mother and my brother found themselves in a transport to a death camp. Mother told her son to run when they were going in a column through town. He hid in a gate and during the night he came to nanny’s flat. Soon father joined us. Nanny found a hiding place in a stack of straw, every month she paid the farmer another instalment for father’s and Bronuś’s lives. They died in the beginning of 1944 — they were given over to the Germans or murdered by the farmer who was hiding them.