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My father, Eugeniusz, his brothers, Zygmunt, Tadeusz and Jozef, and my grandmother, Marianna, were all slave laborers abducted from their home village, Gasiorow Maly, in Poland, on May 5, 1942, and forcibly deported by the Germans to Wiesmoor bei Wittmund (between Emden and Wilhelmshaven in Northwest Germany), where they were held against their will and forced to work as peat diggers and haulers until their liberation on May 5, 1945. Their daily ration was ‘not enough to live on and just enough to keep them from death.’ My paternal grandfather, Jozef, was a POW since the Germans’ September 1939 campaign against Poland, and he was then forced into slave labor on a farm near Leipzig. My mother’s family, on the other hand, Jan, Bronislawa, Franciszek, Zofia and Stefania (my mother), were forced to quarter German troops in their home while they staged their attack against the Soviet Union in 1941. During the German occupation, and especially during the period preceding Operation Barbarossa, rural Polish households were heavily taxed in kind, i.e. milk (even if a family had only one cow) had to be surrendered to the Germans for separation into cream, butter and whole milk. Millstones were confiscated so that grain could not be independently ground into flour. Grain was confiscated for grinding by the Germans and what came back was half sawdust. Because of the effects of ‘Hitler’s Spa’ at Wiesmoor, my father’s family died out before reaching ages 57. My mother has been ill with various conditions since she was age 35 and has been disabled since age 45.
Thank you, Germany, for sickening and prematurely decimating my family and stealing them from me in my youth. Your country is now the richest in Europe due to help from the United States after the war. The Jews and Israel received their measly reparations for your crimes. Where are my sister’s, my cousins’, and mine?