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From Arkhangelsk to Kutaisi<\/strong><\/p>\n

 \u201cWho knows the tears that have yet to be shed, the storms that have yet to strike?”<\/i><\/p>\n

“”Mishut ba-Merhakim” (Back from the Distance)<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/i>Our stay in Arkhangelsk was, as mentioned, not easy. I varied the daily routine by means of all sorts of activities with my sisters and other boys whom I met. I have already described Ita’s role, but I must reiterate and emphasize that in our long stay in this godforsaken location, she truly outdid herself and inspired admiration. She continued to be both mother and sister to us, and none of us questioned her position. She took us under her wing and, in this freezing cold, showered us with her love<\/p>\n

and warmth.<\/p>\n

Throughout the time we lived here, the trains never ceased arriving, bringing with them a stream of refugees, with news and updates. From them we heard about the concentration camps and the mass murders carried out by the Nazis. We had known about the atrocities and had even witnessed some ourselves, but not one of us could have guessed the extent of the slaughter in these camps. Later we learned that in Treblinka itself, the Nazis had cremated 900,000 Jews! The human mind cannot fathom such numbers.<\/p>\n

Despite the change on the battlefield in winter 1942, which signaled the end of Germany’s victories and rapid advance, the Nazi extermination machinery continued to operate at full steam in the occupied areas, as we later heard.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

At a certain stage of the war, the Germans were fighting against three great powers that had  consolidated their civilian and military resources \u2013 Russia, Great Britain and the United States. Field Marshal Montgomery’s forces eventually crushed Rommel and his army in the Battle of El Alamein. The Russians revived and initiated counterattacks that eroded the strength of the German military.<\/p>\n

Having heard nothing from Father, we did not know where he was stationed and on which front he was fighting. All we knew was that he had been conscripted in Minsk. We were very worried about him.<\/p>\n

Whenever I asked about him, Ita would reassure me, saying that we would certainly meet him after the war was over. Here in the intolerable cold, however, no end to the war was in sight, as evidenced by the<\/p>\n

ceaseless arrival of refugees and the horrifying news they brought.<\/p>\n

It is not clear to me exactly how long the duration of our stay in Arkhangelsk was, but I am positive that it spanned many months \u2013 more than a year, perhaps even two. It was an unforgettable period. I remember many events and details, but not their exact dates. My account here is based on my best attempt at recollection and on stories I heard, primarily from my sister Ita, of blessed memory.<\/p>\n

Once it became impossible for the camp to take in additional refugees, it was decided to release groups and individuals who were only marginally productive, such as families with children, the elderly and others. One day, the officer in charge came into our barracks and informed us that we were leaving. He turned to Ita and said: \u201cYou must report with your belongings tomorrow morning. You will be transferred to a safe area in east Russia. There is nothing to fear, as your destination is far from the battle zones and you will be out of danger there.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer then turned to a number of others in our barracks with the same information. Ita asked: \u201cWhere exactly are they taking us?\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer hesitated. After a short pause, he responded: \u201cTo be honest, I’m not really sure. But it was decided to send you to a safe place, with more suitable conditions. The train leaves tomorrow morning, and you are to report to the platform at 8 a.m.\u201d He left. The other families who were told to leave gathered around us, and one frightened-looking woman grumbled: \u201cThe Russians are sick of us. They’re going to abandon us far from the camp, where we’ll freeze to death!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNonsense,\u201d said a French prisoner to put her at ease. \u201cThe Russians are tough, but they aren’t cruel like the Germans. I think they just want to make things easier for themselves and for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

We had long been acquainted with this Frenchman, ever since the initial days of our arrival in Arkhangelsk, when he was already living in our barracks. Noticing that we were alone and unaccompanied by adults, he had offered his help to Ita. Every day, upon returning from work, he asked how we were; and on days when not required to work, he was available for conversation and assistance. Topics of discussion included our life in the camp, the war and our future. Many people enjoyed conversing with him and a circle of listeners formed wherever he stopped to talk. A pleasant, wise and learned man, knowledgeable in many fields, he spoke gently and never argued with others. He always<\/p>\n

had the upper hand in the occasional disagreements that transpired; but he never insulted or harmed his listeners.<\/p>\n

On this occasion, however, his words failed to placate the frightened woman and she burst out crying.<\/p>\n

I was unable to sleep that whole night. Thoughts raced through my head and the woman’s words echoed in my ears: \u201cThey’re going to abandon us \u2026 we’ll freeze to death \u2026. \u201d I recalled the night we had gotten lost in the forest, the freezing cold and the terrifying bear attack. I preferred to dwell on the Frenchman’s calming voice: \u201cNonsense \u2026 they just want to make things easier for themselves and for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Reading my thoughts, Ita approached my bed and said: \u201cIt’s important that you try to sleep. I agree with the Frenchman, I also think they have good intentions. We’re of no use here, and who knows, perhaps they’ll take us to a place near Father.\u201d<\/p>\n

Many families could be seen packing their belongings in the early morning. The Frenchman, also released by the Russians, offered to help us pack. Ita was delighted and, together, they folded the blankets<\/p>\n

and packed our things. Experienced by now and knowing that the trip could take days, Ita made sure that we dressed appropriately.<\/p>\n

The platform was bustling with people by the time we arrived. The Frenchman carried some of the bundles and tried to stay near us at all times. Soldiers maintained order and organized us in groups. The<\/p>\n

Frenchman insisted upon being in with us.<\/p>\n

The train arrived, a freight train with no seats. Ita grabbed a corner near the door where we placed our possessions and sat down with the Frenchman, who had boarded with us. Behind the passengers’ blank expressions lay the unanswered question weighing on all of our minds: \u201cWhere are they taking us?\u201d Here we heard from one of the Russian soldiers that military headquarters had decided to evacuate the camp to make room for German prisoners-of-war, captured in battle. The train began to move and left the camp gates. The freight cars proved very uncomfortable, with dozens of people crowded inside each one. The Frenchman calmed us and told Ita not to worry; from now on, he would watch over us and help as much as he could. After several hours’ journey, the train stopped in the center of a town that looked populated, where we received a little food. At the station where we had stopped, we saw the Frenchman talking with one of the officers and with someone in civilian garb. After a short break, the train proceeded.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, we are going south. I spoke with the officer, who told me that they plan to bring us to the Caucasus,\u201d said the Frenchman, offering Ita some of the food he had received. Ita thanked him and asked: \u201cWhere is the Caucasus? What country is it in?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s a mountain chain in southeast Russia, in an area famous for its oil wells. Most of the mountain chain is in a state called Georgia, east of the Black Sea,\u201d answered the Frenchman, impressing his listeners with his expertise.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope the Germans haven’t reached there,\u201d said Ita.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t think so. From what I understand, the Russians have succeeded in repelling the German attacks on most of the fronts. Rumor has it that the German situation on the Leningrad front is terrible and<\/p>\n

supplies are not reaching the soldiers,\u201d explained the Frenchman, winking at me encouragingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow far is it to the Caucasus?\u201d someone asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I’m not mistaken, about 1,900 miles. A great distance, even if we don’t have to detour around war obstacles on the way,\u201d responded the learned fellow, precisely as if he had a map in front of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat’s happening in Moscow? Have the Russians managed to push back the Germans?\u201d inquired one of the travelers. \u201cThe Russians are fighting heroically there and the Germans have failed to penetrate the city. The Russian at the station told me that the Germans are suffering heavy losses, but there have also been many Russian casualties in the attacks,\u201d replied the Frenchman. The train continued on its way. Once again, the same scenery: endless forests, boundless spaces. After hours of traveling in the middle<\/p>\n

of nowhere, the train slowed and stopped. We were shocked. What was the meaning of this? Nothing could be seen all around except forests and desolation.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d asked a traveler.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did the train stop here?\u201d asked another.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you, the Russians decided to get rid of us! They are about to abandon us in the forests to starve and freeze to death. I told you! I told you!\u201d wailed the older woman, who had scared us from the beginning.<\/p>\n

Trying to restore calm, the Frenchman declared: \u201cI’ll clarify the situation as soon as they let us open the doors. I suggest that we don’t rush to draw conclusions.\u201d<\/p>\n

I believed the Frenchman. For some reason, his words made sense to me. His approach toward us and his pleasant manner instilled confidence, and we trusted him implicitly. He always spoke logically and demonstrated great knowledge about almost everything. After long moments of fear, the doors opened and soldiers boarded to explain that the stop would be brief. The officer in charge added: \u201cWe have reached a section where the tracks have been destroyed by German bombing. Luckily, it is a short section. Hundreds of workers who arrived before us are now repairing the track and I hope it will be fixed quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n

A sigh of relief was heard from everyone in the car. One traveler asked: \u201cHow long do you think it will take?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t know, but the work has been going on for several days and is progressing rapidly. It could take a few days, perhaps less. We will let you know when we are updated. In the meantime, you can get out and freshen up a bit near the train. You must wait for an announcement from us.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer and soldiers moved on to the next car and we breathed a sigh of relief. We alighted from the car. The train looked completely out of place here. The Frenchman helped Ita out, and, as they set off in the direction of the engine, Ita turned to us and said: \u201cI want you to stay here and guard our possessions. Don’t go far from our car. I’m going with the Frenchman to clarify something and I’ll<\/p>\n

be back very soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a short while they returned with news, and people crowded around them to hear the update. Leaning on the car, the Frenchman related: \u201cThe officer spoke the truth \u2013 the Germans did, indeed, bomb<\/p>\n

the track several days ago, and we just saw workers busy repairing it. One of them told us that the work is almost done. Within a day or two at the most, our train can resume traveling. The officer said that they’ll<\/p>\n

distribute food in the evening.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Frenchman finished speaking and everyone near him continued talking among themselves, each with his own opinion about when the repair job would be finished. The Frenchman explained further:<\/p>\n

\u201cWe had best be ready for a wait of a day or two. The worker told me that the damage isn’t that great and there remain only about 300 feet to fix. They’ve been working for several days.\u201d<\/p>\n

Toward evening, Russian soldiers visited all the groups  of refugees in the cars and distributed horse meat and bread. The Frenchman joined us and helped Ita prepare the \u201cfeast.\u201d He reminded us again that he had decided to help us as much as we needed during this period and asked that we not be afraid of him.<\/p>\n

For the first time, our friend began to talk about himself. It turned out that he had been a medical student who, shortly before the end of his degree, had been arrested by the Russians on suspicion of<\/p>\n

spying and exiled with others to the Arkhangelsk labor camp. Ita, in turn, related all our suffering since being expelled from Pultusk: Mother’s murder, Father’s conscription in Minsk and all our wanderings. Her<\/p>\n

words moved him and with tears in his eyes, he reiterated his promise: \u201cI will take care of you from now on, until we reach a safe place.\u201d<\/p>\n

He put his hand firmly into mine. After a nerve-wracking two days, they told us to re-board the train, where we sat for a long time before it began its journey. It moved very slowly, crawling along like a snail. The Frenchman looked at me and explained: \u201cThe train’s speed has been limited in order to make sure that the newly repaired track can bear the weight.\u201d<\/p>\n

After several long minutes of traveling at a snail’s pace, the engine began to belch steam, gathered momentum and proceeded to move faster. We all breathed a sigh of relief. This leg of the trip lasted a long time, taking all night. Toward morning, the train stopped at a station, where we saw soldiers and some civilians. Around the station were a few houses with smoking chimneys, another small enclave of civilization in a godforsaken place. Several travelers got off to fill their vessels with water, as did the Frenchman. We knew that besides water, he would gather updated information about the place, about the direction in which we were going and\u2014most importantly\u2014about the situation on the war front.<\/p>\n

The Frenchman returned, this time with hot water in a kettle Ita had given him. Each of us sipped from the improvised tea she prepared. Wherever we went, Ita would gather bunches of weeds from which she made a tea-like drink. In any case, this tea warmed our hearts in the freezing air. Our friend also drank the tea and left to walk around the platform again. We finally heard the boarding call, and the sound of the whistle pierced the air. The Frenchman returned and sat down next to us, mentioning the name of the place we had reached, a strange name that escapes my memory.<\/p>\n

The noise of the train wheels became louder. The second cup of tea Ita had poured for the Frenchman grew cold because he preferred to tell us the good news he had heard about the front: \u201cEverything we heard in Arkhangelsk was true. It seems that there was a turning point in the war and the German forces and their allies have suffered harsh defeats. The Russian forces have succeeded in overpowering the German army in a bloody battle in the Stalingrad area. Using heavy forces, the Germans besieged the city and tried to conquer it, but failed. Both sides incurred hundreds of thousands of casualties and injuries in this battle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Later, we learned that more than two million soldiers and civilians were killed and wounded in the battle. The Russian counterattack destroyed the German Sixth Army and a large part of the auxiliary forces attached to it by the Wehrmacht. In February 1943, the Germans in this area surrendered.<\/p>\n

When the refugees in the car heard the Frenchman’s lecture, they gathered around us and began showering him with questions, as if he were the Red Army spokesman. He was an interesting man, this Frenchman, young, learned and intelligent. He knew how to obtain information and construct an overall picture that served to disperse the fog of ignorance in which we lived.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is fighting on the German side?\u201d asked one of our neighbors in the car.<\/p>\n

\u201cHitler won the Axis states over to his side: Fascist Italy under Mussolini, distant Japan and from what I understood, Finland, Bulgaria, Romania, Hungary and others,\u201d responded the Frenchman expertly, just as if he had a war map in front of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is on the Russian side?\u201d asked another, who had also listened attentively.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Russians are with a good, strong group. They are fighting alongside Great Britain, the United States, and my own country, free France, as well as Canada and others,\u201d answered the Frenchman, adding: \u201cWhile we froze in Arkhangelsk, the Germans began to retreat after suffering a crushing blow in Stalingrad. In the central region, the Red Army had pushed the Germans back to the Polish border by the end of 1943.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn other words, the war has ended?\u201d asked a young woman in our car naively.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe war is at its height. I do not know the situation at the moment, but from what I understood when speaking with people, the Germans are continuing to fight despite their heavy losses. The Russians succeeded in breaking the three-year German siege around Leningrad.<\/p>\n

They had managed to hold out all that time, thanks to the line of fortifications hundreds of miles long that they built to protect the city.<\/p>\n

There was a severe shortage of food and fuel in the city, and hundreds of thousands died in the bombings and from cold and hunger, but the Russians’ determination and their counterattacks led to the breaking of the siege; and the city was able to again breathe a \u2018sigh of relief.’ I believe that the German supply lines for food and military equipment have been heavily damaged.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what’s happening in Poland?\u201d asked Ita.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe situation there is terrible. A Russian officer told me that the Germans are destroying everything. They have established camps and facilities for mass murder and are systematically killing Jews, Gypsies and Communists. A German named Himmler has been placed in charge of the annihilation program and operating under him are SS units called Einsatzgruppen. The officer recounted hair-raising testimony regarding the terrifying atrocities carried out by these groups.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence reigned in the car after the Frenchman spoke, as everyone returned to his or her place and thoughts. My mind was once again flooded with visions of those German acts of murder and cruelty that I myself had experienced. I resisted the drowsiness brought on by the monotonous motions of the train’s wheels. I did not want to fall asleep with my thoughts full of the horrible images I had recalled; these usually gave me terrible nightmares. In the end, I did fall asleep.<\/p>\n

Time passed as our train continued on its way. In one of the remote villages, we were transferred to another military train, with no change in our routine or in the passing scenery. Apparently, someone forgot to mention the forests in the Book of Genesis’s Creation story.<\/p>\n

Here was a divine creation of its own, whose description defied words: an enormous, mind-boggling number of virgin forests, filled with endless trees. The train devoured mile after mile and the forests just went on and on.<\/p>\n

We stopped at a station where we were once again asked to get off and wait for another, southbound, train. In his usual way, the Frenchman again went to fish for information, after first setting us up in a comfortable spot together with our belongings. He knew no rest.<\/p>\n

In every station, he could be seen circulating among the officers and local civilians to pump them for news, which he would cross-check  what he already knew.<\/p>\n

This time, the soldiers gave us larger portions of food, as well as horse meat. We all looked gaunt, and some of us had stomachs bloated from malnutrition. The wait for the train lasted many hours.<\/p>\n

An interesting fact came to our attention: we had not heard the thunder of artillery and the sounds of shells the entire time. Apparently the war was far away from us now.<\/p>\n

The long-awaited train finally arrived in the station, looking exactly like the one before it: an old freight train, blackened with soot, pulled by an ancient engine. Before it even stopped at the platform, the Frenchman rushed to help us get organized and find a good spot in the car, assisting us, as usual, in bringing our belongings aboard.<\/p>\n

My sister Sara complained that her whole body ached. Checking her forehead, the Frenchman realized that she had a very high fever. \u201cWe have to lower her temperature immediately or she won’t last the long journey,\u201d he whispered to Ita, and hurried off to the soldiers before the train started out again.<\/p>\n

Our friend returned to the car with a little alcohol which the medic had agreed to give him. The Russians had no medicines or proper medical equipment. Throughout the trip, the Frenchman never left Sara’s side and, applying a technique he had learned involving water and alcohol, he succeeded in bringing down her temperature. We worried the whole time. Ita’s face said it all\u2014she had always tried to protect us from various illnesses and now this ailment had gone and befallen us.<\/p>\n

Among the masses of refugees we were with during our wanderings, including in Arkhangelsk, disease outbreaks occurred as a result of poisoning or contamination, often fatally. Ita was very careful, and tried to maintain the highest standard of hygiene possible, even under the poor conditions in which we lived. She took particular care that we not catch the \u201cthird plague\u201d of Egypt (lice), from which many of the refugees suffered.<\/p>\n

After tending to Sara for hours, our friend reassured Ita: \u201cI used cold compresses to lower the fever and I’m happy to say that it worked wonders. She’s a strong girl and is now totally out of danger. She must rest, eat and regain her strength.\u201d Ita thanked our doctor and quickly gave Sara water and a slice of bread.<\/p>\n

Our trip to the Caucasus lasted many days, even weeks, although exactly how long I cannot say. Often, our trains were forced to stop because of tracks damaged by German bombings. In such cases, we walked for a few days until we reached tracks that were safe, where we boarded another military train traveling toward our destination.<\/p>\n

The scenery began to change somewhat. We saw more and more populated areas, although there were still very large expanses of unsettled territory. The long journey weakened many people who had trouble withstanding the conditions. Russian soldiers accompanied us the whole time. During the last few days, we heard the noise of German military planes overhead and we feared that they would attack the train. Fortunately, this did not occur.<\/p>\n

After extensive traveling, one of the officers informed us that we were approaching our destination and would probably arrive in a day or two. Great joy followed this announcement. We hoped to reach a safe place, far from the areas of fighting. However, about an hour after the train set out, it suddenly stopped. No one inquired as to the cause, as we were used to such stops; but this time, we were left in the cars for a long time, with no explanation. According to the learned Frenchman’s calculations, our destination was still far away. Officers and soldiers could be seen through the cracks, conversing as if in consultation.<\/p>\n

\u201cStrange. Something must have happened,\u201d our friend mused aloud. The doors opened abruptly and we were asked to exit the cars.<\/p>\n

The Russian officer stood in front of us, pointing in the direction of the trip, and said: \u201cI’m sorry to report that we have reached the end of the road. The tracks ahead have been bombed out in various places, as you will see, and the repairs will last a long time. As far as we have been able to learn, even the preparatory work has not yet begun, which means that repairs could take weeks, if not months. It has been decided, therefore, to continue the rest of the way by foot, together with the food and equipment. Luckily, we are near our destination\u2014Kutaisi, Georgia.<\/p>\n

I request your cooperation so that we can arrive together as soon as possible. We are stopping here to rest and get organized, and I will inform you of our plans later.\u201d<\/p>\n

We were all in shock. The refugees included children and older people. Despair overtook many of them. Would they survive the difficulties along the way? Had they not endured enough till now? Our small group had gained much experience from our years of wanderings, but what would become of them? The officer calmed everyone down and told us that this time we were truly at the end of the trip. He promised that we would find relief at our destination, since it was very far from the fighting.<\/p>\n

Here I must give credit to the Soviet rail system. Throughout the war, as we also learned afterwards, the trains continued to operate ceaselessly and unobstructedly. The Russians had enough coal to fuel thousands of engines, which pulled tens of thousands of cars loaded with soldiers and refugees fleeing for their lives from the war zone, in addition to transporting war materials, arms and food to the fronts.<\/p>\n

Damaged tracks were repaired and trains that had been attacked and were no longer serviceable were replaced with others. It must be said that these trains stood the test of the horrors of war.<\/p>\n

More than anything else, however, I was thinking that our years of suffering and wandering would never end. Every time it seemed as if my sisters and I had reached a place where we could settle and begin to rebuild our lives anew, something transpired that forced us to continue our journey, our course of endless suffering. And now, who knew how long it would take to reach Kutaisi, and what else awaited us along the way? Nevertheless, it was somewhat comforting that we were under the protection of the Russian army, and that the soldiers accompanying us took care of us. We assumed that they would continue to do so along the way.<\/p>\n

\u201cKutaisi? Where is this city? I’ve never heard of it, nor of the country in which it is located!\u201d cried one of the women desperately.<\/p>\n

Our wise French friend quickly jumped in:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf my memory serves and from what I learned in geography classes in school, Georgia lies east of the Black Sea, at an interesting juncture of the peaks of the Caucasian Mountains and the warm waters of the Black Sea, amidst green slopes and fertile valleys. The scenery we see around us is a sign that we are very close to our destination. Kutaisi is a large city, considered the second largest in Georgia, whose capital is Tbilisi.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Frenchman’s knowledge and expertise knew no bounds; he was like a walking encyclopedia. As he spoke of his school days, it suddenly occurred to me that I, in the first decade of my life, had still not seen the inside of a school building. I consoled myself with the fact that I was learning in the \u201cschool of life,\u201d an open school with no walls…<\/p>\n

We walked for days. The soldiers led us along the tracks, where we discovered that the officer had, indeed, been correct, for we saw the results of the German bombings along the full length of the tracks, which had been damaged in various places. We often came across duds and unexploded shells. The soldiers would alert us to these early enough and we would be forced to take a detour. The weather cooperated and was consistently pleasant.<\/p>\n

Our friend did not leave our side the entire time. He constantly looked after us, helped Ita carry our traveling sack and knew how to provide encouragement during moments of crisis. Every day, he calculated the number of miles we had walked and told us how many remained. Not only did he instill a spirit of optimism among the wandering refugees, he was also well-liked by the military personnel.<\/p>\n

The sub-zero blinding white scenery to which we had become accustomed in Arkhangelsk had been replaced by green surroundings; and this, at least, was reassuring. The soldiers distributed tiny portions of food whenever we would stop for the night, but we walked around starved and weak.<\/p>\n

After many days of walking, we came upon a magnificent expanse of green fields. In the course of our journey we crossed a considerable number of bridges. One morning we came to a bridge spanning a river. With some of the refugees already on the other side, my sisters and I suddenly heard the deafening sound of German planes circling above us. We all panicked, including the Russian soldiers. We had learned from previous experience with planes that it was best to run as far as possible from the area under attack. As a result of the pandemonium and the ear-splitting noise, I fled back while Ita and my sisters ran ahead, to the other side of the bridge\u2014we had no time to look around, for the planes had already started to drop their bombs on the bridge. Powerful explosions were heard from all sides and a huge hole opened in the middle of the bridge. The planes disappeared immediately and Red Army aircraft were seen flying in the skies.<\/p>\n

Fear gripped me. I had emerged from the attack in one piece, but where were my sisters? My heart pounded and was almost torn from my chest. After recovering for several minutes, I spotted my sisters on the other side of the river, searching for me. Noticing me first, the Frenchman pacified them and pointed toward me, standing on the other side of the river. Without thinking too much, in my fierce desire to join my sisters I leapt into the hole in the bridge and, to their amazement, swam across the river. To this day, I do not know how I gathered the courage to do this and how I managed to cross the river waters.<\/p>\n

Over the years, I learned that at certain moments in life, when one’s life is at stake, one discovers unimaginable strengths and abilities. This was one such moment.<\/p>\n

The Frenchman pulled me out of the water, and Ita and my sisters pounced on me as if I was a hero returning from battle. Luckily, none of us had been injured in the attack. Ita changed my wet clothes and restored calm. The Frenchman went to offer aid to the soldiers and some of the wounded. Fortunately, there were only a few lightly wounded people, who were treated by the accompanying soldiers. The soldiers gathered all of us at a place far from the bridge.<\/p>\n

Many people had lost possessions. The soldiers reassured us that we were very close to the city and would already arrive that night. The officer who had led the march came over and, pointing to the bridge, said: \u201cThis German air attack indicates that the war is not over. We must all remain together. We have reached the end of the trip and just a few miles away is the main road to Kutaisi, from where Red Army vehicles will take us to the city. We will leave in about an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n

We were still agitated from the attack, and I believe we were unable to digest the officer’s words. I heard the Frenchman whisper to Ita: \u201cThat’s it. We’ve reached the end. At long last, we’ll see urban landscape, people, public squares, buildings and marketplaces.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does it mean that the war has not ended? How long will it last? Why did it reach here? They said they were bringing us to a safe place and yet the Germans attacked the area!?\u201d asked Ita.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I understand the situation correctly, we are not in the battle zones. It’s true that the Germans launched an air attack, but they’re not physically here. This place is important from a strategic point of view, as it boasts oil wells and serves as a source for food supplies to the fighters on the front. The Germans have been bombing the railroad tracks and bridges in their attempt to disrupt the supply routes. This is one of the reasons for Hitler’s occupation of the Ukraine and all the surroundings. He viewed them as a strategic goal, important for sustaining the war effort, because they are a source of food and military supplies for Germany, and an important base from which to continue toward the Caucasus and its oil wells. His plans were upset with his defeats at Stalingrad,\u201d analyzed the Frenchman.<\/p>\n

We waited for many hours at the bridge. Red Army trucks arrived at the bombed area carrying iron tracks and tin planks, which they placed on the bridge so that the remaining refugees could cross safely to the other side. The refugees arranged themselves in a long line and walked over the bridge one at a time. The next evening we arrived in Kutaisi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From Arkhangelsk to Kutaisi  \u201cWho knows the tears that have yet to be shed, the storms that have yet to strike?” “”Mishut ba-Merhakim” (Back from the Distance)    Our stay in Arkhangelsk was, as mentioned, not easy. I varied the daily routine by means of all sorts of activities with my sisters and other boys<\/p>\n

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