My small sister was born in a bunker dug in the earth.
She died suffocated with a pillow
I was born at the end of 1939, my name was Esther Goldynsztajn, diminutively — Tusia. I was two when I found myself in the ghetto in Brody. There was extreme hunger. In autumn the Germans started to transport people to the Bełżec camp, some were murdered on the spot. That was how my father died. My mother, wanting to save me, sent me to be kept on the Aryan side. She hid herself in a bunker. It was there that she gave birth to a child. The people who were in the bunker, afraid that the newborn’s wailings will betray their presence, suffocated it.
My mother lived to see liberation and she started to search for me, but she did not know where I was. The man who took me out of the ghetto and placed me with a Polish family, was murdered by the Germans. With him the track ended.
Mother wandered around Wołyń for a year and a half, searching in towns and villages, while I was then in the Recovered Territories. I had new personal data, I did not figure on any list of recovered people, therefore my mother could not find me. Certain that I had perished, she decided to leave for Israel. On the way she got to know her second husband. She had two sons with him. After many years, in 1989, I managed to find them thanks to genetic tests. Unfortunately, my mother did not live to witness that.
It was not given for us to meet.