It was 1944, and me and Vladek, my husband, left Srodula and snuck toward Sosnowiec. It was still very dark outside, and we didn’t know where we could hide ourselves. But our son Richieu had a governess named Janina from before the war, and she always offered to help us. We came to her house near the town and knocked on her door. I remember her screaming “My god! It’s the Spiegelman's! You’ll bring trouble ! Go away! Quickly!” before slamming the door on us. Frightened no one would help us, we decided to try my father’s old house. The janitor has known my family for years. Maybe he is willing to help. Vladek wore a coat and boats like a gestapo would wear, but someone would easily tell I’m a Jew, and he was afraid I was going to get caught.
