Biography
Joseph W. (HVT-2852) was born in Łódź, Poland in 1929, one of four children. He describes his orthodox family; living in his grandfather’s home in Konstantynów until age five; attending cheder; German invasion; ghettoization; his father’s death in 1940; smuggling food from outside the ghetto with his younger brother; hiding his youngest brother during round-ups; giving him up when all children were collected; his mother’s death in 1943; several jobs in ghetto factories; friendship with Jankele Herszkowicz, a popular ghetto singer, who raised spirits with his songs; his brother’s and sister’s deportation; deportation to Auschwitz/Birkenau in summer 1944; a prisoner suggesting he register his age older than fifteen; a friend choosing to go to the gas chambers with a younger brother so he would not die alone, a memory that haunts him to this day; forming a group of friends that assisted each other; hiding during selections; assignment guarding clandestine goods in Canada Kommando; transfer to Braunschweig; slave labor in a tobacco factory; trading smuggled tobacco for extra food that he shared with his group; a death march to Ravensbrück in April 1945; receiving Red Cross packages; transfer to Wöbbelin; cannibalism; liberation by United States troops in May 1945; emigration to Paris; emigration to Israel to fight in the 1948 War of Independence; and returning to Paris.
Shtubuneltsto (The Senior in the Barrack)
Shtubuneltsto, gibstu gefelsto,
Aynem a zug un dem tsvaytn a patsh.
Oy heyb nit shrayen, s’iz nisht du tsu kayen,
Umar aba: a! In yeder iz a khvat.
1. Fin baginen fri
hob ikh nit kayn ri,
Miz ikh glaykh ayntretn
In ikh vays nisht vi,
Dort in klozet
Shprakhn men redt.
Trefsti aynem shlufn
Vi bay zikh in bet.
CHORUS.
2. Kimt der mitog shu,
Ver ikh geyl un gru,
Loyf ikh dort un du,
Shrayt uf der blokowo:
Er vil haben ru.
Zugt me’ men tayl,
Yeyder zikh aylt,
Krupe kashe mane,
Kartoft umgeshaylt.
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3. Du bay indz in blok
Hert men shoyn dem glok
Di portsyonen holen
Gayt es mitn shtok
Oy bin ikh a tam,
vayl ikh hob nisht ham
Heybt men dortn shrayen:
“Jude, ja ci dam!”
CHORUS.
Shtubuneltsto, oh you have your preferences,
You reprimand one, and you slap the other.
Don’t start yelling, there’s nothing to eat.
As father said, “Ah! Everyone’s a hustler.”
1. From early morning on,
I am restless.
I must immediately get moving,
And I don’t know where to go.
Over there in the bathroom
They speak different languages.
You run into someone sleeping,
Just like in his own bed.
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2. The lunchtime comes,
I become yellow and gray,
I’m running here and there,
The Block Senior is yelling,
He wants to get some rest.
They announce chow time.
Everyone is rushing.
A bit of farina porridge
And an unpeeled potato.
CHORUS.
3. Here in our barrack,
The bell has rung already.
They are bringing food,
You can only shove it down with a stick
(The food is so inedible).
CHORUS.