My Jewish parents, my Polish parents
The exhibition tells the story of fifteen children born in the years 1939-1942, saved thanks to the boundless love of parents
who entrusted their children to foreign hands, as well as the courage of the people who recognized them as their own sons and daughters.
Although they were born with a death sentence and fate didn't spare them bitter experiences, they smile at us from the photographs.
They have lived their lives, given to them by their Jewish and Polish parents, well.
The exhibition was seen by 38 300 people
After 65 years, I found my relatives in Israel. Now I have a wonderful, large family.
I didn't know that I was an adopted Jewish child, but I felt that there was something wrong with me.
When I say "parents",
I think of my "second" parents, I didn't know others. I got everything from them.
My foster mother decided that it was her duty to raise me.
Despite the fact that it wasn't easy for her, she was able to fulfill the obligation.
I have lived my life with false papers. I don't know when I was born and who my parents were. I cannot deal with it.
I am here thanks to the love of both of my mothers, Jewish and Polish. The goodness, that knew no fear, at the time when evil triumphed.
My Polish father was a warm and cordial man. Thanks to him I like people and I haven't become a cold, bitter woman.
Putting a child into foreign hands was true heroism. I don't know if I could do it myself.
I survived thanks to my Polish mother. I am grateful that she regognized me as her daughter. Thanks to her I am who I am.
I always felt a strange chill in my relationship with my mother. I was never cuddled nor kissed. I remember her disapproving gaze.
I had a very happy childhood. My parents provided me with the best of everything. And maybe even more.
My foster mother loved me immensely and unconditionally. I was her real family, and she was mine.
I always knew subconsciously that
I was Jewish, but
I never asked my mother, hoping that she would tell me.
Mom was always my mom. I loved her very much. My feelings didn't change when
I learned the truth.
I survived thanks to my foster parents. They saved my life, loved and recognized me as their own child. I will always be grateful to them for that.
Chana i Jakub
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