And then the Nazi demon arrived. Her family scattered; little Esia Friedman went into hiding. A story of faith amid the flames
As told to Tzivia Meth by Esia Friedman
Vilna, September 1943
“ ‘This is it,’ Mama said, ‘Now you must go. Hopefully yo′u will survive.’
“I was freezing — I had one little coat,” Esia Friedman recalled of that day.
“ ‘When I send you away, you must only speak Polish,’ Mama said, ‘because if you speak Russian or German, they’ll know you’re a Jew.’
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