I wrote my story on a notebook and I dug a hole and buried it while i was getting food in the daytime. Then one day my children asked me what was in the notebook and it gave me the chills and make me very sad.I told them well you guys are at a old enough age now so i told them the story it went like this.
I am Welwel Kisielnicki I lived with my wife, Feiga, and three children in the small, predominantly Jewish town of Kaluszyn, which was 35 miles east of Warsaw. The Kisielnicki were religious and spoke Yiddish in their home. I was a merchant and often traveled, by horse and wagon, to Warsaw on business.
I hoped that the war wouldn’t come to Kaluszyn.But a German plane flew over and dropped a bomb on people