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68 Out of the Inferno organizations in the concentration camp who used the same code name. A quarrel developed about the contact with me. It could have ended badly, but finally the matter was resolved. Further contacts were not easy. I established a pattern of having a Jew repair a calculator in my office and making contact with him at the time of the break for dinner. While extending my hand in greeting, I handed over a consignment of the underground press and the money. Handing things over in the factory or the camp was dangerous because of searches and street roundups. Sometimes the surveillance was so intense that handing over a consignment took several days. I organized and conducted the entire operation to deliver the underground press and the money from the High Command of the Jewish Fighting Organization until the liberation in 1945. Folta, who lives in retirement in Bytom, Poland, says he now seldom thinks of his wartime experiences. The following letter, provided by Dr. Teresa Prekerowa, a Polish professor of history, cites Folta's contributions: Cz~stochowa, 23 April 1945 District Jewish Committee in Cz~stochowa To [Eugeniusz] Marian Folta in Cz~stochowa: The Jewish Committee in Cz~stochowa expresses its sincere and warm thanks to citizen Folta for his many heroic deeds, discharged on behalf of Jews interned in the concentration camp of Hasag in Cz~stochowa. By furnishing the underground press, correspondence, and money from the High Command of the Jewish Fighting Organization, he contributed remarkably to the maintenance of the spirit of underground work in Jewish organizations in the above-mentioned concentration camp. (Signed) S. Markowicz, Chairman Jewish Committee For the former conspiratorial committee in Hasag: A. Czarny [Czara] L. Brener BRONISLAWA GNIEWASZEWSKA Did I help Jews during the occupation? It was entirely normal for me to help someone whom the Germans intended to kill. But I do not like to talk about it. 69 Bronislawa Gniewaszewska In 1943, I lived in the village of Woznik, a short distance from the prewar German frontier, together with my mother, sister, and two brothers. I was the youngest child. We lived in the third house from the main road. Often Jews came to us from the town of Zelow, a distance of twenty-five kilometers. They hid in our bam for two or three days. Then I would escort them to Piotrkow Trybunalski. At night, they secretly crossed the "green frontier"-a dangerous field, an open space. Then there were two villages-Mzurki and Budkowwhere Germans lived. In Mzurki there was a police station. At that point I escorted them to Piotrkow Trybunalski. At the very least, I was afraid. I walked several hundred meters in front of them. We had an understanding that in the event of some danger or if I saw something suspicious, I would stop and they would flee to the side. If there was a German patrol, I would try to talk to them to stop them. Some Jews returned to Zelow, and they too stopped with us. Then I would escort them across the green frontier. I did not interest myself in their names, but I do remember twoLaski and Manel. They were Jews in Piotrkow whom I helped and contacted later. I also remember two brothers, twenty or thirty years old. Their name was Bicz. Several times I escorted them in both directions . I know that in 1946 they left for Israel. In 1944, the Germans began to deport Poles from Woznik and to settle German people there to put an end to the crossing of the frontier . From February to April of that year, I lived in Warsaw in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frackiewicz at 120 Grochowska St. The apartment was on the second floor. The Frackiewiczs helped Jews. A Jewish family with a little boy of three years was sheltered there for about two months. Later the Frackiewiczs arranged other lodgings for them in Saska K~pa, where they stayed until someone informed on them and they were caught by the Germans. En route to the concentration camp, the Jewish couple tore out a board in the railroad car and let the child down through the hole. Later they themselves jumped out. Something happened that they were unable to find the child. They searched for three days in the woods, but they did not find him. When they returned to Grochowska Street in Warsaw, they were in shock. They stayed in the apartment for...

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