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Titolo: per tonigoebbels padrino di lord haw hawmalric

 Russia nel posto che gli spetta . lol
Nel cesso dell'Asia? Se continuano cosi' ci ritorneranno presto. Peccato.
Am.
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sbagli o era Rosemberg che diceva che l'habitat naturale dei russi era
oltre gli urali ?
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 Nel cesso dell'Asia? Se continuano cosi' ci ritorneranno presto. Peccato.
"La Russia". Impero asiatico con insoddisfatte ambizioni europee. Una 
semplice considerazione geopolitica.
Nessuna considerazione razzista sui russi.
Mi spiace sergetto, ti sei di nuovo suicidato in pubblico.
Tb
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http://tonibaruch.blogspot.com

 oltre gli urali ?
Eh, mi rendo conto. In realta' pensavo alla Siberia, visto la dirigenza 
neocomunista e la perdita delle repubbliche asiatiche.
Pensavo a quello che si chiamava contraddizioni in senso al popolo.
Una parte del popolo che ne deporta un'altra, come pare che succeda 
agli eltsiniani e agli ex di Gazprom.
Non mi sembra molto razzista, mi sembra la realta'. Poco a che spartire 
con l'Europa, il regime di Putin.
Am.

 agli eltsiniani e agli ex di Gazprom.
Non struggerti per gli eltsiniani e gli ex di gazprom,non meritano
pieta'alcuna.
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 pieta'alcuna.
Non mi struggo neanche per un ponzio pilato  come te, che voleva far 
crepare gli ucraini sottozero, ma non per questo mi auguro che tu venga 
deportato.
Am.

amalric ha scritto:
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Tra me e la banda degli  eltsiniani c č una piccola differenza:quelli sono
dei ladri,io no.
vedo che i predoni godono del tuo favore ,visto che eltsiniani ed i ladri
delle condutture di gas godono delle tue attenzioni .
mi sa che hai letto troppo sui pirati elisabettiani ...
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 mi sa che hai letto troppo sui pirati elisabettiani ...
Mica tanto. Il governo Ucraino aveva detto che avrebbe aumentato i 
prelievi se le temperature fossero andate sotto i -2C.
Eppoi gli europei hanno firmato i contratti e i volumi di fornitura con 
Mosca, non con l'Ucraina.
Come la giri ti si rivolta  contro, sia sul piano legale, che su quello 
etico. Infatti Mosca ha dovuto abbozzare.
Auguri,
Am.

 Mosca, non con l'Ucraina.
Gia',che i furti avvengano in ucraina non te ne frega un tubo .
ottima morale la tua
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o un nazista come lui o come la coppia di razzisti tonibaruch e amalric
nel 2006
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 Non mi sembra molto razzista,  
nemmeno per i nazisti o i razzisti antislavi .
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>>eccoti accontentato
Sì, col suicidio in diretta (già postato) mi hai accontentato.
Ora lo vuoi mostrare un post razzista di amalric?
Sai tipo una di quelle tue cose sui "tarati geneticamente" o contro i 
"galiziani".
Quella sì che è bella roba razzista e nazistoide.
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 Bene, alla buon'ora.
se uno scrivesse il posto di Israele e' il cesso, non urleresti
all'antisemitismo vero? 
La verita' e' che l'unico razzismo che non sai riconoscere e' solo quando
proviene dai tuoi amichetti falangisti e me*dacce come Kahane, tonigoebbels
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 Quella sě che č bella roba razzista e nazistoide.
e tu li difendi pure da servetto di szalasi e le sue croci frecciate quale
sei
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 nemmeno per i nazisti o i razzisti antislavi .
Ad esempio quelli che scrivono deliri razzisti contro "i galiziani" e 
che auspicano l'invasione-annessione dell'Ucraina?
Tu, il somaro rossobruno, ad esempio.
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 delle condutture di gas godono delle tue attenzioni .
godono dei suoi favori perche' erano protetti da washington e londra, come
quel generoso amichetto di basaev berezovski
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 La verita' e' che l'unico razzismo che non sai riconoscere [cut]
LOL, il razzismo dei "partiti religiosi perfettamente legali"? Ma no, lo 
riconosco benissimo, al contrario del tuo segretario Diliberto. Google è 
tuo amico.
Comunque vedo che mi dai atto di riconoscere benissimo il tuo razzismo, 
somaro rossobruno.
Su questo siamo dunque d'accordo.
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 Ad esempio quelli che scrivono deliri razzisti contro "i galiziani"
tonigoebbels, mai scritto deliri razzisti contro i galiziani. 
Ho scritto che durante la WWII le SS formarono due unita'militari e che
erano e sono antirussi . 
Da traditore del tuo popolo ebraico non mi meraviglia che tu prenda le
difese di questi cialtroni.
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 Stai taroccando amalric.
no, ti sto chiedendo : se uno scrivesse che il posto di Israele e' il
cesso che diresti caro servetto ungherese di szalasi?
 
 La verita' e' che l'unico razzismo che non sai riconoscere e' quello di
gentaglia razzista come te ossia Kahane ma sei lesto nel definire
antisemita o razzista chi non lo e' affatto.
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 difese di questi cialtroni.
I "galiziani".
Ieri nemici del popolo, oggi ladri di gas.
Delirio genetico-razziale. Il tuo, somaro rossobruno.
Ah, già che siamo in tema di filonazisti, ti piacerebbe vedere una foto 
del padre di Putin in divisa da cosacco wermacht, mentre studia lo 
schiacciamento del ghetto di Varsavia, somarello?
E' interessante, specialmente per un razzista come te.
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 szalasi e le sue croci frecciate 
Esatto, nazisti confluiti a migliaia nel Partito Comunista, dove furono 
accolti a braccia aperte.
http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0411/is_2_50/ai_76026452/print
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Most reprehensibly, the top leaders openly courted low ranking members 
of the Hungarian Nazi Party (Nyilaskeresztes Part). The party needed new 
members in order to penetrate into Hungarian society, and also to be 
able to assume a nationalist mantle. Rakosi explicitly stated that in 
his opinion it is easier to make good communists out of the little Nazis 
(kis nyilasok) than out of Jewish intellectuals.
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Non ti illuderai di essere un fenomeno nuovo, somaro rossobruno?
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 invece ti sei dimenticato?
hai la memoria corta e molto selettiva . La polonia insieme alla Germania
e all'Ungheria si papparono pure altri paesi. Lo sapevi? A partire dalla
Cecoslovacchia. L'URSS si riprese quanto gli fu sottratto dalla Polonia
con l'aggressione del 20. Vai su ICS MOD a studiare un po' di storia,
fascista craxiano e ignorante.
E da bravo traditore del popolo ebraico quale sei studiati a fondo questa
paginetta web , tonigoebbels. 
http://migs.concordia.ca/memoirs/lecker/lecker_3.html
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 Già, 
sapevo che eri razzista visto che negavi il razzismo di Kahane, ma che eri
amichetto dei carnefici degli ebrei ora ne hai data ulteriore conferma.
http://migs.concordia.ca/memoirs/lecker/lecker_3.html
Chapter 3: Under Nazi-German Occupation
A. Czortkow
It is impossible to describe the feeling that we experienced upon
realization of the fact that we were too late in trying to get deep into
the Soviet Union. Here we were, in a strange country, part of a group of
other refugees, in a desperate situation. At that moment we were
bewildered and didn't know what to do next. Slowly it dawned on us that we
had no choice hut to walk in the direction of the road where the German
columns were advancing and eventually try to get some food and rest in the
village, which happened to be the place we encountered the advancing
German Army. When we arrived at the road, we were immediately surrounded
by German soldiers, who asked us who we were, what we are doing there and
where we are going. We were within a group of about 20 people and I, as a
spokesman for the group, speaking German well, was trying to convince the
officer that interrogated us, that we were actually deported by the
Russians when they retreated and now, that the front was broken, we are
trying to return to Czernowitz, where we are from. I don't know if he
believed me, but in any case he did not harm us and we remained in that
village and tried to get some food and rest by sleeping overnight as the
day came to an end. We approached one of the houses and begged the owner
to let us sleep there and we would be on our way next morning. The peasant
was willing to help us, but he said that he was afraid to take us in
because we were Jews. He was afraid, not so much of the Germans, but of
the instantly organized Ukrainian police, who were a lot worse when it
came to treating the Jews than the Germans were, because the Germans were
part of the Wehrmacht (regular army) and not part of the special
extermination units. Nevertheless, he offered us shelter in the attic of
his barn that was full of hay and he also provided us with some food in
exchange for objects that we were taking out from our rucksacks, each of
us contributing something like a shirt, a pair of pants, a pair of shoes
or anything else. Everything was very valuable in those days.
After an almost sleepless night, during which German columns were steadily
advancing, we got up at daybreak, bundled up our things and tried to move
on. We kept on moving as a group in the southerly direction towards the
first bigger city, Czortkow. On the way we had to pass a number of smaller
villages and in one of those villages we were arrested by the Ukrainian
police, who dumped us in a synagogue. More Ukrainian policemen came,
searching everybody and anything valuable was confiscated. During the
process of searching, they continually beat us indiscriminately and when
it was all over, they left with most of our belongings that were pitiful
anyway, and we were left with almost nothing.
After they left we kept on moving towards the city of Czortkow and during
our march, at one point, we had to cross a bridge over a small river. We
saw from afar that two Ukrainian policemen were standing next to the
bridge. We knew that if we approached the bridge and tried to cross it,
the policemen would arrest us, detain us, take us to the next village and
throw us in jail, beat us up and maybe even kill us. So we were reluctant
to cross the bridge. And here something very interesting happened, when,
while contemplating what to do, we saw, from the other side of the bridge,
a German soldier on a motorcycle approaching in our direction. He crossed
the bridge and when he neared us, we stopped him and told him our fake
story and that we were afraid to cross the bridge because the Ukrainian
policemen were robbing people. At that point, he turned his motorcycle
around and escorted us over the bridge. That is how we crossed the bridge
safely
As we went on, we tried to avoid villages by walking around them. At one
point, when we were only a few kilometers from Czortkow, we saw groups of
people coming towards us from the city and when they saw us, a group of
deplorable Jews (for some reason Jews were easily recognizable), they told
us not to dare go into the city because there was a pogrom against Jews in
progress in Czortkow, right then and there, with Ukrainians and Germans
killing Jews in the street and looting Jewish homes. I had a strong
suspicion that these groups of people went into the city to take part in
the looting after hearing about the pogrom. They were all carrying parcels
of merchandise that they could not have bought in stores.
When we heard what is going on in Czortkow, we tried asking several of
these people to help us and give us shelter for a few days until things
cool down in Czortkow and then we will go on. We promised to give them the
few remnants that we still had. Among these people, there was one who, it
seemed, was trying to help us and told us to follow him to his house, but
at a fair distance, so that should anybody encounter us, it should not
look that we are connected in any way. This was a dangerous situation for
him too. He started walking towards Czortkow through a forest and suddenly
a Ukrainian policeman came towards him and asked him to identify himself,
which he did, as he was a local person. He also asked him who we were, but
he denied any knowledge of us or of having any connection with us. At
that-point we lost all hope of finding any shelter for a few days until
things in Czortkow cooled down. So not having any other choice, we were
forced to walk towards Czortkow. 
The path through the woods where we walked was in an elevated area and at
one point we came to a place from which we could see the city of Czortkow
in the valley across the river Seret. We also saw that to get to Czortkow,
we had to cross a bridge over the river, a bridge that the Red Army
destroyed during the retreat and that was about to be repaired. We also
saw that the repair work was done by a number of Jews, probably rounded up
in Czortkow and supervised by Ukrainian policemen and German soldiers, who
kept beating them while they were working. There was no other way to get
into Czortkow, but to cross that bridge. So, even knowing that we were in
a life-threatening situation, we approached the bridge and, sure enough,
the Ukrainian police arrested us immediately and led us into the city to
the headquarters of the Ukrainian Police where they dumped us into a
cellar that was completely dark. We didn't see anything at all, but we
felt that there were other people in that cellar. Suddenly somebody lit a
match and some people recognized us and we also recognized some of them.
They were living in Czernowitz, but were originally from Radauti. There
were also some people we didn't know. Among the people that we knew were
Salo Retter, Salo Reicher, Jusiu Reicher, Annerl Korn, all from Radauti.
They were all part of other groups of people that left the same train we
came from.
We were kept in that cellar about 24 hours and after that we were released
into the Jewish district. Our release came as a result of the intervention
of some people from the Jewish community in Czortkow, who organized
themselves into some kind of administration and among the leaders was a
Jewish high school teacher. Most of the Ukrainian policemen were his
former students. His intervention brought about our release from the
cellar. 
After our release, we went into the Jewish district of the city of
Czortkow and the community there housed us in a synagogue as a temporary
measure, one of several in Czortkow. A soup kitchen was organized. They
fed us, we were starved, not having received any food during our detention
and we stayed in that synagogue several days. In the meantime, the
community tried to place us among the population, so as to house us with
local families. Jacques and myself were placed with a family by the name
of Weiss that lived in a house in the Jewish district that faced a small
square. The family consisted of an old man, his wife, and their two sons,
of which one was married. Our room was on the left side of the hallway
that started at the entrance into the house.
Our first contact with the local Jewish population was when we started to
receive help from the community in the form of food and shelter. We were
very surprised to find so many Jews in Czortkow. It was our understanding
that most of the Jews would have fled deep into the Soviet Union to save
themselves from the advancing German Armies. And here we found a Jewish
community, where hardly anybody fled, even though they had the possibility
to do so. When we inquired the reason, it turned out that many of the Jews
were so glad to get rid of the Soviets that they considered even the
Germans were better. They figured that the Germans represented a lesser
evil than the Soviets. Of course, they could not have imagined what was to
come.
In the meantime the Germans started to demand from the Judenrat (Jewish
committee) to provide them with workers for different menial tasks, like
cleaning streets and cleaning buildings that were abandoned by the
Russians when they retreated. The first to have to execute these tasks
were of course the Jews. The local Jews tried to shelter their own and
provided the Germans mostly with refugees for work So we started to go to
work every day to the German headquarters and they assigned us tasks to be
performed on that day. The work had some advantages in a sense that we
received for a day's work a loaf of bread (if one could call it bread) and
sometimes make use of some leftovers at the German headquarters.
One day, when we came to work, we were assigned a special job to do at the
local prison. When we arrived at the prison, we found out that the
Soviets, during their retreat, which was hasty, not having had time to
take all the prisoners along, just butchered them and left the corpses
inside the prison. Our task was to dig graves and carry the corpses from
the cells to the mass graves that we had to dig in advance, dump them in
and pour some chlorine powder over them for disinfection. They were afraid
of an epidemic in the city as these corpses were already several days old.
After that we had to cover the graves. I became so sick from the smell of
the chlorine powder that up to this day the smell of chlorine haunts me
and always brings back memories of corpses and the Czortkow prison. We
were also afraid that we would never get out of there, that the Germans
will detain us and eventually kill us. But they did tell us to go home
with the order to return the next day, which we did, as it was impossible
to finish the job in one day. We worked there for several days, not only
for the burial of the corpses, but also for cleaning up the prison cells
which were splattered with blood and debris. After having done these jobs
for a number of days, there came one day that will permanently remain in
my memory, as if carved in stone. It was July 14, 1941.
July 14, 1941 was the day that the Germans decided to teach the Jews of
Czortkow a lesson. It was also a day that proved, to me at least, that the
Nazis had decided to exterminate the Jews a long time before the Wannsee
conference, that was called to find and implement a "final solution to the
Jewish problem". The Wannsee conference was in 1942 and we were now in
1941.
It was a beautiful summer day with a bright sun rising. At around 5.30
a.m. we were awakened by heavy knocking on the front door and by the door
being broken down. We jumped out of bed and we saw some Ukrainian
policemen inside the house, two of them looking around and one of them
posted at the front door. The two opened the door to our room and told us
to get dressed fast and to follow them. While we were getting dressed, the
two searched the house and came out with the two Weiss brothers, sons of
the old man living there. We got dressed and tried to get out the door,
but the Ukrainian policeman stationed there hit us with the butt of his
rifle. He also hit the other two men when they came out of the house. When
we got to the small square that the house was facing, we saw other
Ukrainian policemen doing the same thing to all the other houses around
us, taking out all the men. During that process, they beat up whoever they
could, wherever they could, and started to march us off in the direction
of Czortkow City Hall. On the way, we passed a synagogue and they went
into it and brought out an old Jewish man, a cripple, who was barely able
to walk. They took him out anyway, beating him and they marched him off
along with us. 
They marched us to the city square, and on the way they brought out more
people from side streets and other houses until, when we arrived at the
Czortkow city hall, we were about 280-300 people. The whole operation was
supervised by German soldiers in full uniform with helmets, as if going to
war. We were told to stay in a kind of military formation, four deep and
at one point they told us to turn around to face City Hall. In front of
the building there were about a half dozen steps and a platform on top of
the steps leading into the building. After we turned around to face City
Hall, a German officer, tall and good looking, went up the few steps,
stood on top of the platform facing us and right then we realized that we
were doomed. The German officer had a military cap, with a black
side-wall, in front of which was attached an insignia portraying a skull
and crossbones under it. On the bottom of the sleeves of his uniform
jacket, were clearly marked the letters SD for Sonderdienst (special
service). After the German officer inspected the full group, there were
several men who looked like reporters, who took pictures of the whole
group in different positions and from different angles, especially of the
under-privileged ones who were cripples, like the one they took out of the
synagogue. I saw in later years some of these pictures published in a
German magazine called Signal an Europa, under racially derogatory
headings, to prove their point of racial supremacy.
We were marched off in a certain direction being watched by Ukrainian
policemen and German soldiers, who were part of that special service. It
turned out, that the direction they were marching us to, was the city
prison, that I knew, because I had worked there performing the tasks
described before. When we reached the prison gate, it was opened and we
were led in. Once inside, the gate closed behind us and all hell broke
loose. First Ukrainian policemen that were inside the prison compound
started beating us indiscriminately to the point that most everybody was
bleeding. After that they told us to lay down on the ground, which was
covered with small gravel and to crawl on our hands and knees in one
direction and after that in the other direction, until our clothes tore at
the elbows and at the knees and the skin on our elbows and knees started
scraping off and bleeding. After that they told us to lay down on the
ground and eat the gravel. But then another policeman came with the idea
that this method could lead to cheating, so he told us to stand up, take
some gravel in our palm, pour it into our mouth and chew it That is when I
broke and lost all my molars, upper and lower, on both sides. I just spit
them out together with the gravel, the roots remaining inside. This
punishment lasted for a couple of hours and then we were told to stand
along the wall surrounding the compound, facing the wall. 
We were not allowed to turn our heads, so we didn't know what is going on
behind us. Later we were told to turn around and when we did, we saw the
same officer that was standing on the platform in front of the city hall
building, together with an individual, of whom we heard before. He was
about 22-23 years old, Jewish and his name was Krell. He was considered to
be a traitor and informer. He started walking along our lineup from one
end to the other, together with the German officer, and started pointing
to some of the men in the lineup. These were told by the German officer to
step forward. When he arrived in front of us, my friend Jacques and
myself, he pointed to us and told the German officer "Die zwei kenne ich
nicht" (These two I don't know). The German officer asked us what we did
under the Soviet regime and we answered that we were high school students.
He let us stay where we were and went on.
After having completed the selection of the suspects, they were marched
off towards the rear of the compound into a corner. Once arrived, they
were given shovels and told to dig square shaped holes in the ground.
There were two holes in the ground next to each other of about 4X4 meters
and about 3 meters deep. This job took a while, during which time the
others that were left standing next to the wall were used for the
distraction and entertainment of the Ukrainian policemen, who were
competing in inventing all kinds of punishments for us. All of a sudden we
were told to stand again along the wall, facing it and when we stole a
glance behind, we saw the gate open and what looked like an execution
squad, in full uniform with helmets, march towards the place where the
holes were dug in the ground. Those who dug the holes were told to stand
along the edges of those holes and the squad pointed the rifles at them
and shot them. Most fell into the holes, but some fell beside them and had
to be thrown in. 
After the shooting stopped, the squad retreated and the Ukrainian
policemen received the job of cleaning up. They came along our lines at
the wall, pointed to one or another and told them to go towards the
graves. My friend Jacques was pointed at, so he did run towards the graves
and soon after he returned. He told me that he had to take some of the
corpses that fell beside the graves and throw them in and without waiting
for any other instructions, he just ran back. When he returned he noticed
that I was not bleeding from my face, as everybody else was. He was afraid
that they were going to beat me up to make me bleed, so he took some of
his blood and smeared it on my face so I would look bloody too.
The day continued the same way and some of us also were taken to cover the
graves with soil and we all worked by changing groups until the two graves
were completely covered. They were mass graves with about 50 people in
each.
The rest of us, still alive, served again for the distraction of the
Ukrainian police, but in the meantime, a number of German soldiers,
belonging to the Wehrmacht (regular army) came in to watch the spectacle
from the top of the wall.
In the rear of the compound, there was a pit with a concrete bottom and
concrete walls that served as collector of sewage, about 4X4 meters and 3
meters deep. The bottom of that pit contained about a half meter of sewage
and this was the place that the Ukrainian police decided to continue their
activity with us. They took some men from our midst, aligned them at the
edge of the pit and told them to jump in, to lay face down at the bottom
of it and drink the sewage water. While they were lying down and drinking
the sewage, the Ukrainian policemen standing at the edge of the pit, were
aiming their rifles at them and shot them indiscriminately. After they
were considered dead, which not all of them really were, they brought
another group of people, told them to jump in and drink the water. They
had to lay down on top of the first layer of corpses and as they did, they
were aimed at and shot. This scene repeated itself several times until our
turn came. We did jump into the pit, my friend and myself, and were
covered with the sewage water, which made our rags very heavy. We
attempted to pull ourselves up, but it was impossible because of the
weight.
There was a young German soldier standing at the edge of the pit, whom we
approached from inside the pit and begged him, speaking his language, to
help us get out of there. So he actually pulled us out by our hair and
once outside, we ran back to the wall where we were standing with the
others.
In the meantime it became dark and about 10 o’clock in the evening about
two dozen survivors were told to go to the pit and get the corpses out of
there. We were among those survivors that were sent to do the job, so
together with those few left alive, we organized the removal of the
corpses, some from inside the pit, others from outside. As we took the
bodies out, we saw that some weren't even dead yet, they were still
breathing. Among the bodies removed from the pit, we recognized the two
Weiss brothers, sons of the man we were living with in Czortkow. We were
told to dig graves and bury them, which we did. This took us way past
midnight. All were buried, even those who were still alive. When we
finished the job, the few miserable looking survivors were led into the
prison, dumped into a cell and we fell asleep as if dead. One older man
repeated all through the night "Schma Isroel". In the morning we were
awakened by Ukrainian policemen and told to go into the courtyard. At
every door that we had to pass to get out of the building there was a
Ukrainian policeman standing, who hit us with the butt of his rifle. By
the time we reached the main door leading out of the building, we were all
bloody again and more dead than alive.
Now, at the main exit door of the building, a miracle took place. When we
came out, we saw a German officer entering the compound through the main
gate and walking in our direction. When he was close to us, one of the
people in our group, the man who said the "Schma Isroel", fell to the
ground in front of him, kissed his boots and begged him to let us out .
The German officer didn't pay too much attention to this incident, pushed
him away with his boot and went on his way. But after he was gone, Elie
Neumann, the boy who took us into the train at the Zuczika railway
station, went to the main gate and told the Ukrainian policeman on duty
there, that the officer said he should open the gate and let us go. The
Ukrainian policeman promptly obliged. As soon as we were on the other side
of the gate, we started running. The policeman realized that he made a
mistake and started shooting after us. He hit one or two people, who fell
dead in the street and we, the others, ran into the ghetto. We lost track
of Elie Neumann, but we heard about one year later that he didn't make it.
He was killed during an attempt to cross the border, trying to return to
Czernowitz.
After our return to the ghetto, we found a mood that is impossible to
describe. The Jewish population realized that what happened on July 14,
1941, was just a prelude of things to come. Many families lost loved ones
in the prison massacre. My friend Jacques and myself continued to do odd
jobs to somehow support ourselves and were also helped by local Jews, who
were themselves generally poor.
The remnants of the Czernowitz refugees got together and tried to devise a
plan for the return to Czernowitz. That was an almost impossible task,
even though Czernowitz was only about 100 km away. Had we walked we could
have made it in about 5 days. The problem was that on the way we had to
pass many Ukrainian villages and anybody who saw us could have robbed,
denounced, or even kill us. We also had to cross the Dniester River, that
separated Galizia from the Bucovina, with no bridge, and patrolled by
German border guards. We decided to split the journey in two. The first
part to get to Zalescziky, a resort border town on the Dniester, about 50
km away and after that from Zalescziky to Czernowitz, another 50 km.
It may be hard to understand why it was so difficult, almost impossible
for Jews to move around from one town to another. By walking on a road
leading to another town, a group of Jews were subject to being discovered
by anybody they encountered, who, in turn, could blackmail them, or even
worse, give them up to the Ukrainian police or the Germans. Because Jews
were not allowed to move from their assigned places in the town, they were
subject to being shot without much fuss. Therefore it was a feeling of
intense terror that overcame us and that prevented us to even attempt to
walk in the direction of Czernowitz or in the direction of
Moghilev-Podolsk, where, we found out later, our parents were.
It so happened that towards the end of August every year, farmers from the
Zalescziky area bring their produce, especially tomatoes, by horse and
wagon, to the towns within a radius of about 100 km, which also included
the city of Czortkow. After selling their produce, they return to
Zalescziky with their wagons empty. Here we saw a chance. Someone among
the Jewish population helped us to find a peasant willing to take us
there. He said that since this was a dangerous project, which it was, the
price had to go up, and we were to travel during the night. We paid in
advance and started our journey towards evening by following his wagon on
foot.
Immediately outside Czortkow, the route towards Zalescziky is surrounded
by rolling hills. All of a sudden a number of Ukrainian policemen appeared
from behind the hills, with rifles at the ready, surrounded us, (the
farmer denying any knowledge or connection to us) and led us away towards
the city. They dumped us into the same cellar of the Ukrainian police
headquarters which we knew from before. It turned out that the farmer
betrayed us. All he wanted was our money and valuables, among which was
also a gold coin that Jacques had hidden, a present from his grandparents,
that he always carried with him.
The Jews in the ghetto found out about our fate and the high school
teacher that saved us before, again came to our rescue and succeeded in
getting us out of the cellar. Several days later, that high school teacher
was arrested by the same Ukrainian police, accused of interfering in
police affairs and shot. Saving us has cost him his life.
In the meantime we found out that the German headquarters was issuing IDs
for refugees of all kinds to enable them to return to their homes. These
IDs were not meant for Jews, but for all kind of non-Jewish refugees
around. But we took advantage of this situation and went to the Germans,
told them our fake story, how the Russians tried to deport us to Siberia
and that now we wished to return to Czernowitz.
They issued us these IDs. They consisted of a printed piece of paper that
said:
 
Best”tigung
Es wird hiermit best”tigt das der Jude Markus Lecker nach Czernowitz
zur¸ckkehrt. Alle Zivil und Milit”rbeh–rden sind gebeten ihm die
Zur¸ckkehr zu erm–glichen. 
Stempel und Unterschrift.
(This is to confirm that the Jew Markus Lecker is returning to Czernowitz.
All civil and military authorities are asked to facilitate his return. 
Stamp and signature.)
Armed with the document issued by the Germans we continued our efforts to
find a way to return to Zalescziky.
Eventually we found another farmer who agreed to take us there without
asking anything in return, just out of pity. Here was an Ukrainian farmer
ready to help Jews, practically putting his life on the line, which proves
that one should not generalize; there are all kinds.
The farmer that "took" us along acted only as a guide. While he was riding
in his wagon, we walked behind for about 50 km from Czortkow to Zalescziky.
So in the beginning of September 1941, we reached Zalescziky, a resort
town at the southern tip of the former Poland (before 1939), presently
part of the Ukrainian Republic.
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B. Zalescziky
 
We wanted to use this town as a starting point for our return to
Czernowitz. As it turned out we never made it to Czernowitz before
liberation. A series of events were happening all over the territories
occupied by the Germans, events beyond our control that prevented us from
achieving our objective. These events involved us in a series of
adventures.
When we arrived in Zalescziky from the north, we saw at the entrance to
the city several big buildings located on the left (east) side of the
road. We were told that these buildings were army barracks used to house
the armies of countries that were in power in that region at one time or
another. When we reached the place, it was completely empty and we made
use of those units to live there, to use them as our shelter.
I must state here that the Germans were not alone in their advance towards
the Soviet Union. They had allies, one of them being the Hungarians, who
were advancing in southern Galizia. The area where we were was actually
occupied and administered by the Hungarians. During that time it wasn't
too bad for the Jewish population. The thing that is important for my
story was the fact that during that time the Hungarians deported many
Jews, most of them from Budapest from the east side of the Danube River
and some from other towns.
They brought them in many trucks and left them in Zalescziky to fend for
themselves. These Hungarian Jews were better off than we were, because the
Hungarians let them take along all kinds of things, clothes, medicine,
money, etc. These Hungarian Jews, not having where to stay or what to do,
came to these former army barracks (Kasernen) to live there. They were
better off having had things to exchange for food. There were many
Hungarian Jews and we were just a few, so we started to mingle with them
and got to know them. In some instances, when one of us was sick, they
provided us with some medication like aspirin which was completely
unavailable in Zalescziky and so we started to make friends with them.
In the meantime we found out that Jacques had family in Zalescziky, some
distant cousin of his parents by the name of Hunter, who was well off and
at that time had a leading role among the Jewish community. We approached
him and he helped us a little, invited us to eat sometimes, but generally
the help we received from him was limited and insufficient. We felt that
he could have done a lot more.
On the other hand, we also found out that there was a family by the name
of Schulsinger there. We knew that the oldest son of the Schulsingers by
the name of Max, was sent for adoption to a family Aron in Radauti, who
had no children of their own and who were relatives of the Schulsingers.
The Arons were much better off, having a housewares store in Radauti that
was doing well.
I knew Max well, even though he was two years older than myself. He
attended the same high school. The Aron family and all the other Jews from
Radauti were deported in the fall of 1941 to Transnistria by the
Rumanians. In 1944, after the liberation of Transnistria by the Red Army,
Max was drafted into the army and sent away for training. While passing by
train through the city of Briansk, the railway station was bombed by the
Germans and Max lost both legs. I saw him in 1946, an invalid.
The Schulsingers were poor people and had three more children, two
daughters and a son. The oldest daughter was married, but the husband was
in the Red Army and gone, so she lived with the family. There was a son of
about 19 and another daughter of about 17. When we approached them and
told them who we were and where we were originally from, they took us in
and considered us like family. They shared with us their meager food and
also provided us with a place to stay. The place was in a house that they
owned in another part of town. They were living downtown, having a small
store, where they sold some housewares, dyestuffs, etc. We therefore
abandoned our shelter at the barracks and moved into that house. The house
consisted of a bigger apartment that was occupied by a Polish family, a
smaller one occupied by a Jewish shoemaker, his wife and two small
children and another small apartment, consisting of an entrance and
another big room. There was a stove heated with wood.
We used to go once every day downtown to the Schulsingers, usually towards
evening, to obtain some food and to hear other news.
It was dangerous for Jews to move around. A chance encounter with a German
patrol or a Ukrainian policeman could result in arrest and detention
without any reason. We always used to go through back streets that were
partly located along the high banks of the Dniester River.
The house we stayed in was only about 300 meters from the Dniester. The
German administration that took over from the Hungarians was very
demanding of the Jews. They asked the Jews to provide them with anything
they needed and the Jews obliged out of fear. Being a border town,
Zalescziky was also the headquarters of a German border patrol unit whose
commander was a junior officer by the name of Tank. He also looked like
one, being a huge man of maybe 300 lbs., ferocious looking and behaving as
such towards Jews. Among the demands they made of the Judenrat (Jewish
council), was to send them to do menial jobs, two men to do cleaning,
chopping wood, etc. Nobody wanted to volunteer for the job, so they forced
us to go on occasion to work there. It was scary for us too, but speaking
the language, we managed to get along with the other Germans and nothing
happened to us. We also had what to eat that day and sometimes even
managed to take home something. On occasion we witnessed scenes one cannot
imagine. One day Tank caught a Jewish girl in the city committing some
kind of offence (according to the Germans). He brought her back to the
headquarters, beat her during interrogation, threw her into a shack and
sent his dog into the shack. The dog attacked the girl and her screams
were heart breaking. After several minutes he took her out and released
her into the ghetto.
At about this time, the end of September 1941, the Gestapo (Geheime
Staatspolizei -- secret state police) came to town. That was always bad
news. After making all kinds of demands to the Judenrat, which were
obliged, they demanded that a number able-bodied men, about 200, be
delivered to be used for a special assignment at a place away from
Zalescziky. It was difficult to convince people to present themselves, so
hardly anybody showed up. This was when they decided to go out into the
streets and into the houses with the Ukrainian police and hunt down the
required number of people. The men were taken away to a concentration
camp. Among these men was the shoemaker who lived in the same house where
we lived. His wife and the children remained alone. He was caught in the
street not far from the house while trying to negotiate for food with some
peasants. He disappeared without a trace and so did all the others. I
don't know how he did it, but after about 6 weeks he returned saying that
he ran away from a concentration camp called Maidanek and made his way
mostly during the night, to his home.
In the meantime, we did try to earn some food by going in the early
morning before light to a village called Dumbravleni, which was located
along the Dniester River, close to Zalescziky. The village was a rich
farming place. It was the only place in Poland (at the time when it
belonged to Poland), where tomatoes and grapes grew because of favorable
climate conditions. The farmers there were looking for workers to dig out
potatoes and harvest the vegetables that needed to be brought in before
the frost came. To work for the farmers was illegal, so we always risked
our lives by doing it, but we had no choice. Working for the farmers
provided us with food. They fed us well with a cooked meal especially in
the morning before going into the fields. During the noon hour we had a
break during which we also received some cold food. When we finished the
day's work we headed home after dark so as not to be seen. We were allowed
to take along a bag containing potatoes and other vegetables, as much as
we could carry. This was very important because it provided us with a
supply of food for several days. Some of the people who went to work for
the farmers were caught and summarily executed. Doing so was a
life-threatening proposition.
After the harvest was in and there was no more work at the farmers, there
was no way to obtain any food. We had nothing to eat for days. I remember
we were so hungry that we suffered from terrible headaches caused by
hunger pangs and there was not much we could do about it. I dreamed of the
times before the war, when I was a child, when my mother ran after me with
the bread and butter and I did not want to eat. She used to complain to my
father and he used to beat me until I promised to eat. I recalled the
meals that my mother used to serve every day and especially on holidays,
but all this dreaming did nothing to relieve our hunger.
Among the things we had left was a white woolen sweater. We decided one
day to go to the village where we used to work and try to exchange the
sweater for some food. When we arrived there, we found a farmer that was
willing to do the exchange, offering us a loaf of bread and a chicken. We
took the loaf of bread and the chicken and went home. We killed the
chicken, plucked the feathers, cleaned the chicken, put it in a pot and
started to make chicken soup.
It so happened that the same day somebody stole a chicken from the Polish
family that lived in the same house. It may not even have been true, but
at least that is what the Polish lady said. Immediately the Polish lady
accused us of having stolen the chicken and called the Ukrainian police to
investigate. We didn't know that she called the police, but soon the
police came to our door and into our room and sure enough on the stove was
a chicken cooking in a pot. We were immediately arrested and taken to the
police station and were told to wait to be interrogated. During that wait
I got an idea that saved us. When we were called in for interrogation, we
denied having stolen the chicken, but we could not admit that we went to
the village to exchange something for the chicken; that was completely
illegal. I asked the officer in charge to ask the Polish lady what was the
color of the chicken that she was missing. She was there and said it was a
chicken with red feathers. At that point, I told the officer to come to
the house and I would show him the feathers of the chicken that we were
cooking. He came and I showed him the place where I dumped the feathers
and he saw that they were white. And that is how we got off the hook that
time.
The Jews became more and more depressed and started to behave like hunted
animals. The way they walked with their heads down, the fear in their
eyes, undernourished, dressed in rags, all these things gave them away
instantly. I was asked many times: but how did they know that you were
Jewish? Well that's how, the above description explains it. And this
description falls way short of conveying the physical appearance and state
of mind of the Jewish population.
The news from the war was very depressing. The Germans were advancing
everywhere. They reached deep into the Ukraine and we had no news from the
outside world, but here and there we did get hold of a German newspaper,
especially when we worked for the border patrol unit and from those
newspapers we realized that the Germans were advancing on all fronts.
They promised the Ukrainians that as soon as they reach and take Kiev,
they would declare Kiev the capital of an independent Ukraine. This helped
gain the sympathy and confidence of the Ukrainian people, who deserted en
masse from the Red Army and went over to the Germans. The traditional
hatred for the Russians, and especially of the Soviet regime, also played
an important role in the defections and the Ukrainians alliance with the
Germans. The Germans never intended to keep their word to the Ukrainians,
so that after having taken Kiev, they used all kinds of delaying tactics
and excuses so as not to go through with the projected Ukrainian State.
This is one of the reasons why some groups of Ukrainians joined the
partisans to fight the Germans in later years. Some groups were fighting
both, the Germans and the Soviets, like the group led by a Ukrainian
general by the name of Bandera. His band turned out to be plain bandits
and were eventually liquidated by the returning Red Army the western
Ukraine.
In the meantime the Jews of Zalescziky and other towns in southern Galizia
led a completely hopeless life. The German successes on all fronts and the
different actions taken against the Jews, caused a hopelessly and
depressive situation for the Jewish population. This led to changes in
behaviour in many Jews that were not compatible with the high moral
standards that are the trademark of Jewish life.
There was, for example, not far from our house another house that belonged
to a widow by the name of Rachel. She was around 50-60 years old, but she
had the desire to experience some of the things that are part of life,
including sex, because she felt that life is coming to an end. In this she
sure was right. So she took in one of the refugees, a 20-22 year old man,
provided him with food, she had the means, as she was pretty well-off,
according to the standards of those days, and lived with him for quite a
while until the next time the Gestapo came around and collected Jews
during a so called Aktion and both of them disappeared forever.
The word "Aktion" meant a visit by the Gestapo to a certain city, during
which time a free-for-all began, when everybody was allowed to kill Jews
and to rob and burn their homes. Most of the killing was done by the
Germans and the Ukrainian police in a variety of ways. The belief that
everybody was doomed led to all kinds of abnormal behaviour. This explains
the existence of a Jewish police, which was formed to collaborate with the
Germans and become their instruments in persecuting other Jews. They hoped
that by doing so, they would save their skin and maybe also their
relatives. They only delayed the inevitable and their turn came later.
The Germans had devised a policy of deceit unparalleled in the history of
mankind. They always gave the impression that their demands were due to a
need created by a war situation and that by complying with their demands,
the Jews would be safe. It took a while to realize that the whole thing
was a way to annihilate the Jews. And even then some thought that they
could make it if they collaborated with the Germans, as was the case with
many members of the Judenrat and with the Jewish police.
There was also the hope that the war would not last that long and that the
Allies would do something about the plight of the Jewish people. 
When the Jews realized what was happening and no outside help came, it was
already 1943 and then in very diminished numbers, hungry, cold, weak, and
completely cut off from the outside world, they started to organize some
resistance that resulted in uprisings in several places.
On April 19, 1943, the uprising of the Warsaw ghetto started, where
remnants of about 60,000 Jews started to fight the Nazis almost bare
handed, with only knives, Molotov cocktails and some homemade weapons.
They succeeded to hold off the Nazi war machine, who came with tanks,
artillery and other modern weapons, until May 16, 1943. Almost all were
killed or committed suicide in the fighting.
There were other uprisings: August 2, 1943 in Treblinka, where 600
escaped. August 16, 1943 in Bialystok. October 14, 1943 in Sobibor.
Also about this time an attempt was made to save my friend Jacques from
Zalescziky. The attempt was made by his family in Bucharest. 
He had an uncle, a brother of his father, who was married to a sister of
his mother. It was therefore a really close family. When they found out
from a postcard that we had written to them, that they somehow received,
they tried to save my friend by bribing and sending a Rumanian officer to
Zalescziky. He could move freely as the Rumanians were allies of the
Germans. The Rumanian officer was trying to take Jacques along and bring
him back to Bucharest. When he came with the news that his uncle sent him
to take Jacques back to Rumania, Jacques demanded that he take me also
back to Rumania. The officer refused, saying that the uncle didn't pay for
two people, only for one. At this point Jacques refused to go without me,
even though I encouraged him to go. I figured that it was senseless to
risk two lives when one could be saved. But he refused categorically and
we remained together for a long time, but eventually, as you will see
later, he didn't make it. From Jacques's uncle's message, we found out for
the first time, that our parents were deported to Transnistria and were at
that time in Moghilev-Podolsk. That is all we knew about our parents for
the next three years, after receiving that message at the end of 1941.
We also didn't know anything about our other relatives. My father had
three brothers in the Bucovina: Schlomo, Schmuel-Abe and Moische. He also
had family in Montreal, Canada, that were thankfully safe from the ravages
of war and the Nazi persecution. There were three sisters, Emma, Regina
and Beatrice and a brother Max, all with their own families. We had no
communication with them all through the war, neither did my parents.
The relatives on my mother's side, my grandparents Menasche and Rifka
Sussman and two of her sisters, Mina and Jeanette with their husbands Max
and Mechel and children Mendi-14 and Any-4, fled the advancing German and
Rumanian armies. They reached a village Putila, 22 km north of Seletin,
where they were overrun by the advancing Rumanian and shot. As they fell
into the ditch at the side of the road, dead, Jeanette kept the 4-year old
Any in her arms. When the peasants came to rob the dead of their
belongings, they found the child alive. They took it and gave it to the
only Jewish family in the village, who was the only doctor in the area,
Doctor Stier. He eventually found out the identity of the child and
delivered it to another sister of my mother's, Dora, who lived in
Czernowitz with her husband Moische and her son Aron. When this sister and
her family were deported to Transnistria, Dora sent the child to the
Jewish community in Bucharest with a friend of the family, a German from
Czernowitz, who took her and transported her to Bucharest. Eventually, she
was adopted by a family Pascal in Bucharest. Any lived in New York and
died of cancer in 1994 at the age of 58.
There is another thing I would like to mention. In the fall of 1941, there
were torrential rains in the region. Those rains caused the Dniester to
swell to the point that the water spilled over the banks and carried away
a lot of livestock and even some people, who drowned. Sometimes entire
houses came floating down the river. Coming from upstream, all these
corpses of people and livestock were stopped in Zalescziky at the portions
of the railway bridge that were immersed in the water after the bridge was
blown up by the retreating Red Army. These bodies became entangled in the
portions of the bridge and could not float any further. When the waters
started to recede, the corpses became more and more visible and there was
a danger that an epidemic would break out in the city because of the dead
bodies. Therefore something had to be done.
One day, as Jacques and myself went to the Schulsingers through the back
streets, we had to turn a corner and walk under a railway overpass, when
suddenly in front of us appeared the commander of the border patrol unit,
officer Tank on a bicycle riding towards us and behind him about three
dozen Jews running after him. As soon as he saw us, he made a sign, said
"Komm komm" and we had to get behind the others and run after him to
wherever he was leading us.
It turned out that he was leading us to the banks of the Dniester. This
happened towards evening. We had to descend a steep incline towards the
river and there they started to organize the removal of those dead bodies,
human and animal. There were several rowboats with Germans and Ukrainians
in them equipped with ropes and hooks and they paddled to the place where
they hooked a corpse. We were thrown into the water up to our neck, had to
form a line of people and pull on the ropes until the corpse was removed
from the water. And then it started all over again. I want to mention that
this was already late in the fall of 1941 and the water was very cold. We
stood in the water from the evening until about midnight, pulling the
corpses out. There was another team on the banks of the river that buried
those corpses right there. At one point, when a German passed us by in a
boat, we told him that we have been at this job for the last 6 hours, it
is past midnight and we begged him to led us go out and rest. He agreed,
so we went out to the banks of the river and he took other people and put
them in our place to continue the job. As soon as we were out of the
water, we succeeded to run away under the cover of darkness and made our
way home. The house where we lived was quite close. We came into the
house, took off our clothes and put them to dry. I remember having a pair
of shoes that were also soaked. I didn't know where to dry them, so I put
them in the oven of the stove to dry. My neighbour, the shoemaker’s wife,
who was still alone at the time, didn't know what happened and while we
were fast asleep, she lit the fire in her stove next morning as usual, but
the chimney connected to ours and when we got up, my shoes were completely
scorched. So I remained without shoes. I don't even remember where I
obtained another pair. Mostly we walked with rags wrapped around our feet.
We survived the winter 1941-1942 by doing odd jobs, chopping wood for
people and keeping warm by stealing fences and heating with them.
One day in the summer of 1942, the Gestapo came again, made their inhuman
demands to the Judenrat, who did the best they could to provide them with
what they asked. They said that on a certain day the whole Jewish
population had to be present in one of two places. All able-bodied men had
to go downtown and all the women, children and the old people, the sick,
mothers with babies (in other words everybody) had to go to the army
barracks where we used to live. They had to bring along rags, pails,
cleaning materials, as if they had to do a job of cleaning something. They
used this method to make people think that there is a purpose in going
there and not that they were going to their deaths. And in desperation,
people tried hard to believe that there is a valid reason for this
gathering and that they would be home in the evening. I must say that I
would have gone where I was supposed to on that particular day, had it not
been for Jacques, who didn't let me go. He was more courageous than me. He
said we must run away and hide.
On that fateful day we ran out of town, not too far, about 3 to 4 km, and
hid in the tall bushes on the side of a country road. We were hidden there
for several days and had no idea what was going on in the city. Eventually
whatever food we had was finished, so we had no choice but to get out of
there. And so we did. When we abandoned our hiding place and started to
walk back to Zalescziky, we met a peasant and asked him to tell us what
happened. That was the first time we found out that all able-bodied men
that were assembled downtown were taken to a concentration camp and all
the others, that were assembled at the barracks disappeared without a
trace. I don't even know today what happened to them. Some said later that
they were assembled at the barracks and shot right there and then. Others
said that since the barracks were near the railway tracks, a freight train
came along and all of them were loaded into the freight wagons and
transported to an unknown destination. The fact is that most of the Jewish
population of the city of Zalescziky was massacred, exterminated during
the summer of 1942. Among them the relatives of my friend Jacques, the
Hunters, who did in a limited way help us in the beginning and whose head
was a prominent member of the Judenrat. The whole of the Schulsinger
family disappeared without a trace that day, father, mother, two daughters
and a son, all fine people, as well as most of the Jews of Zalescziky.
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C. Mielnica
 
After that fateful day the few remaining Jews were told that Zalescziky
has been declared Judenrein (clean of Jews) and that we had to get out.
There were only a couple of places where we could go, so we decided to opt
for a town called Mielnica for two reasons. One was the fact that a member
of the Judenrat there was a man from Czernowitz by the name of Soifer, who
was there with his family, wife and two daughters. They were a prominent
family in Czernowitz, bankers and writers, real intellectuals, whose older
daughter Britta I knew because she attended the same Jewish school in
Czernowitz as I did. We were hoping that we could be helped by them should
we be in their proximity. The second reason was that Mielnica was
geographically located to the east of us and closer therefore to
Moghilev-Podolsk, where our parents were and we hoped that maybe we could
make it to them.
When we arrived in Mielnica, we were well received by the Soifers, even
stayed with them for a while. One day Mr. Soifer asked us if we would like
to go away from Mielnica, not too far to the east to work on a so called
"Liegenschaftsgut" which is an agricultural farm that used to be a
collective farm (Kolchoz) under the Soviets and which the Germans took
over for the production of food for the German Reich. The director of that
Liegenschaftsgut had asked the Judenrat in Mielnica to provide them with
farm workers and he thought, that considering the situation, it was a good
idea to go there. We agreed because we were promised food and shelter.
When we arrived there, we were assigned a barrack for shelter. We slept on
a bundle of straw on the floor and started to work. It was the time when
the grain was harvested and brought in from the fields. It had to be
trashed to separate the grain from the straw, on a machine. We operated
that machine and we carried sacks of wheat that were some 80-100 kg heavy.
I don't know how I managed to carry such heavy loads from one place to
another, but that was not the only kind of job that we performed. We did
take care of the cattle and horses, cleaning and feeding them, sometimes
we also worked in the fields that had to be plowed to turn over the soil.
The job was done with a plow pulled by horses. Some Ukrainian peasants
also worked at the Liegenschaftsgut, for pay, besides working their own
fields.
The food that we received there was very meager and we supplemented with
fruits that were plentiful, even though we had no right to collect the
fruits from the trees. There were mostly prunes and apples and we only had
the right to use the ones that had dropped from the trees to the ground
and those were usually full of worms and mostly rotten. Because we had
very little other food, we ate so much of these that most of us had
diarrhea. There was no medication and that is how we had to make do.
During the time when we worked at the Liegenschaftsgut, one day I was
assigned the job of going with a young Ukrainian to plow the fields with a
couple of horses and a plow. When we arrived, he told me to lead the
horses and he was holding the plow by the horns. Pretending to whip the
horses, he whipped me to the point of making me bleed. He did it on
purpose, of course, because I was Jewish. We were all alone in the fields,
nobody saw us and I had nobody to talk to or to complain to. In the
evening, when I came back, some people saw how I looked and when they
asked, I told them the story of how the young Ukrainian whipped me instead
of the horses and somebody went and told his parents about it. His parents
called me in, looked at me and apologized for their son's behaviour. They
invited me to a very good supper, food that I hadn't eaten for years. I
was thinking that it was almost worthwhile to trade the beating for the
supper. It shows again that one cannot generalize, that there are some
decent people among the crowds of beasts. I appreciated their apology, but
I appreciated the supper even more. 
During our stay at the Liegenschaftsgut, the Gestapo came to Mielnica and
organized a so-called Aktion against the Jews. The system was about the
same as they had previously done in Zalesczity. They collected all the
Jews, they took them out, killed, deported to concentration camps, and
declared Mielnica "Judenrein" which means free of Jews. We were extremely
lucky having been at the Liegenschaftsgut all that time, but after that
the director of the Liegenschaftsgut, a German came to us and told us that
since Mielnica is now Judenrein, he couldn't keep us any longer and that
we would have to get out of there.
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D. Borschow
 
And so, towards the end of 1942 we went to another town by the name of
Borschow, which was about 35 km away and still had a Jewish population,
even though there had also been several Aktionen there. The town, however,
has not yet been declared Judenrein. The system that the Germans used was
to make one or two Aktionen in the towns and the remnants of the Jews that
were not caught during those Aktionen were deported to another town..
Gradually, more and more towns became Judenrein and less and less towns
had a Jewish population.
When we arrived in Borschow, it was the only town in the whole area that
was left with some Jewish population, which consisted of local Jews, but
mostly of Jews that survived the Aktionen in their hometowns. It became
easy for the Germans to find and liquidate the Jews of the area, as they
were all concentrated in Borschow now and by doing so, they would have
liquidated the Jews of the whole region.
Borschow was a city of about 20,000 inhabitants, mostly Ukrainian, with a
good percentage of Poles, who were the colonists. During the Polish
regime, many Poles were encouraged by the central government in Warsaw to
settle in the western Ukraine so as to increase the Polish population
there. They were mostly intellectuals, lawyers, doctors, judges, etc and
represented the central authority. There were also a good number of Jews
and at that particular moment when we arrived there, because of the
resettlement of Jews from other towns and villages, there were many Jews
there.
I would estimate the number to about 6000. When we arrived there, there
was already a ghetto established, so we were thrown into the ghetto among
all the other Jews, most of them having lived elsewhere, but who were also
thrown within the borders of the ghetto. We did not have the right to go
out of the ghetto except by special permission.
It is generally common knowledge, that all the Jews under German
occupation all over Europe had to wear a distinctive sign that would
include a Star of David, usually of a yellow color. Where we were, that
wasn't the case. We had to wear a white arm band on our left arm, about 10
cm wide with a blue Star of David embroidered on it. I don't know how
widespread this method was, but I am sure that in Galizia that was the
method used. There were also in Borschow the ever-present German
occupation forces, represented here by the German Gendarmerie.
When we arrived there in the fall of 1942, we settled among the Jews in
the ghetto. The non-Jews who lived previously in that part of town, were
evacuated and given the houses of Jews who used to live outside the ghetto
so that the ghetto contained only Jews. No contact with non-Jews was
allowed. But there was an illegal contact established with peasants who
came to certain hidden places to trade food for valuables.
We found shelter in the basement of a small apartment block. The other
apartments in that block were occupied by local people from Borschow. They
were better class people; there were even a couple of Jewish policemen,
sons of some of the families living there.
At the time, in Borschow, like everywhere else, where Jews still lived,
there was a so-called Judenrat (Jewish committee) instituted by the
Germans. They were no more than an instrument of the Germans to implement
the policies of the occupying authorities towards the Jews, all leading
unmistakenly to the annihilation of the Jewish population of the region.
When we arrived there, there had already been some Aktionen in Borschow; a
number of local Jews had already been killed, massacred, deported, so that
the local Jewish population had diminished considerably in numbers. But
that population was supplemented by the new arrivals from the other towns
and cities, which had been declared Judenrein after the majority there had
been massacred. We had not been able to find steady work but we were able
to earn some food and money by doing odd jobs for other people, cleaning
houses, chopping wood and so on.
At that time the Judenrat was reorganized and some prominent personalities
became members of the Judenrat, among them Mr. Soifer, who was from
Czernowitz. I mentioned him before when we were in Mielnica. He tried to
do whatever he could to protect us and other refugees from the hardships
that we were facing. At one point because of the terrible unsanitary
conditions that prevailed in the ghetto, caused by crowding, lack of soap
or other cleaning materials even water and medication, an epidemic of
typhoid fever broke out and spread rapidly. It is a stomach infection with
terrible diarrhea, high fever, headaches, etc. Many people succumbed to
the sickness. Mass burials were the order of the day. I also became sick
and didn't know what I was doing because of the high fever. Somebody told
me later, that during one evening, when a little snow was already on the
ground, I walked out of the basement, completely barefoot and almost
naked, with just a shirt on and went over to a neighbour's house. They
were shocked to see me that way and led me back to my basement. I was
delirious from the high fever. Two local Jewish girls who worked for the
German gendarmerie, had pity on us and knowing how sick I was, brought me
some food and also a lemon, something I had not seen for years, that was
to provide me with some vitamin C to help me get well. After a while I
felt better and we were sent by the Judenrat to work for the German
gendarmerie, so as to satisfy their request for labour. They did not want
to send local people, so they sent refugees who had no protection.
The fact that they sent us, Jacques and myself, to work for the German
gendarmerie, eventually became one of the reasons that saved our lives for
the time being. At the German gendarmerie we did all kinds of odd jobs. We
cleaned the stables, (they had one for pigs and calves for slaughtering
and another one at a different location for 5 horses and carriages) and we
were just working hands doing all the jobs that were required, feeding and
cleaning the animals, etc. We received milk to feed the calves from a
bottle, so we diluted the milk with water and took half back to the ghetto
in the evening, part for ourselves and part we gave away to others. The
fact that we were fluent in German helped us a lot because we could
understand what the Germans wanted and we could also answer their
questions and in time we became quite friendly with some of them. We had
good food, more than we needed so that we could save some and bring it
with us to the starving people in the ghetto. The cook at the German
gendarmerie was a Polish woman by the name of Petrovska. One of her
daughters, Wanda, also worked at the gendarmerie. Madame Petrovska's
husband wasn't around. Some said that he was taken into the Red Army and
was forced to retreat with the Russians. She was very good to us, fed us
well and saw to it that we had plenty of food, so that we could bring back
to the ghetto what was left over.
During our working period at the German gendarmerie, there was a young
Jewish man by the name of Jossi, who worked as a driver of the horses and
carriages that the Germans used for patrolling purposes. He had a sister
by the name of Zissie and she also worked at the German gendarmerie at
that time doing the cleaning of rooms, helping in the kitchen and other
general work. She was helped by another Jewish girl by the name of Rosa.
These were the two girls who brought me some food and a lemon during my
typhoid fever days. In time we became friends with these Jewish young
people from Borschow and we started to confide in each other. There was
also a Ukrainian man working as a driver of the horses and carriages, as
they had several of them. His name was Pavlo Darmapuk and we became quite
friendly with him also, during our working period at the German
gendarmerie.
At the time when we started to work there, there was a change of
commanders at the gendarmerie. A new commander arrived, a lieutenant who
came from Austria. When he took over, he inspected the premises and saw us
working there, started to talk to us and found out our story, how we
landed there after being deported by the retreating Russians, (that was
our official version which was untrue) and how we would like to return to
Czernowitz. In time we became quite friendly with him also, because when
we started to work at the gendarmerie, he seemed to be a very nice man. He
followed orders imposing all kinds of restrictions against Jews. The
gendarmerie was not actually involved in killing Jews, that was the job of
the Gestapo and the SD (Sonderdienst). He became quite intimate with Rosa,
one of the Jewish girls that worked there and he used her as his mistress.
Zissie, Jossi's sister, was also involved with another German. These two
girls were protected by their Germans.. There were two Ukrainian girls
working there, also involved with some of the Germans and so was the cook
madame Petrovska and her daughter Wanda.
One day, the commander came to us in big secrecy, saying that he was
informed that the next day a detachment of the Gestapo is coming to town
and that there will be an Aktion in Borschow. He and his whole staff was
mobilized for the purpose of helping the Gestapo execute these orders and
do whatever they did with Jews in other places. He told me the news and I
felt that he wanted me to convey the message to the people in the ghetto.
When we returned that evening to the ghetto, we told the people there what
was planned for the next day, so that the people had advance warning of
about 12-15 hours. We, ourselves, after having conveyed the message,
returned to the gendarmerie, because we felt that we would be much safer
there than in the ghetto. We went up to the attic of the stable where the
pigs were kept and stayed there. We had a supply of food and madame
Petrovska knew that we were there, so she sent us some more.
During the next day the Gestapo really came to town and started she Aktion
by collecting all the Jews from wherever they could find them, shooting
people in the streets during an attempt to run away and breaking into the
houses and taking them out. We were told later that they were taking
groups of hundreds of Jews to certain places, telling them to strip naked
and marching them naked to the cemetery, where they had to dig graves,
after which they were shot. The graves were covered in a rudimentary
fashion, so that after several days, the blood in those bodies, having
been buried warm, started to ferment and the earth on top swelled to the
point that the blood spilled over. Some peasants interpreted this as a bad
omen for the rest of the population and, here and there, there was a
peasant that helped or saved Jews.
Among the people who were killed that day were many refugees from the
Bucovina and also a lot of local people that we knew, who were living next
door. During all that time we hid at the German gendarmerie and were safe.
We were told of the horrors of that day later. They did not succeed in
catching and killing all the Jews, partly because of the advance warning,
so that after the horrible day was over, the Gestapo left and the rest of
the Jews continued to live in Borschow in a reduced size ghetto, so that
the concentration of Jews remained the same as before.
That was the first Aktion that I lived through in Borschow, but not the
last one. There were some more coming at a later date.
We continued to work at the German gendarmerie, going back to the ghetto
every evening. We noticed that in the ghetto, the Jews started to organize
themselves, not for any resistance purposes, but for a kind of passive
resistance. This organization was in fact a method of trying to survive,
by establishing and building secret hiding places for the time when the
Gestapo and the gendarmerie, always aided by the Ukrainian police, would
come into the houses hunting for Jews. There were all kinds of ingenious
hiding places that the Jews invented during that time; we called them
"Bunkers" and some of them helped me and Jacques survive. About that later.
During the winter 1942-1943 the situation of the Jewish population in
Borschow became more and more desperate. Sanitary conditions were
appalling. There was no heat, medicine, soap, disinfectants, and no food.
The lack of food caused many people to become sick with all kinds of skin
diseases, people had open wounds that wouldn't heal and there was no way
of treating them. The typhus epidemic spread all over. A lot of people
were affected. People used to die by the tens every day. They were buried
by throwing the bodies on top of a cart and carrying them to the cemetery.
I remember, one day, meeting a young man from Radauti, a law student by
the name of Salo Reicher and when I saw him, even I was shocked because
the small hole on his throat below the Adam's apple was completely filled
with lice. Lice were everywhere. We couldn't get rid of them, no matter
how hard we tried to keep ourselves clean. We used petrol on our hair, but
it didn't help. Many people gave up on the battle against lice and were
practically eaten alive by them. Lice are the carriers of the typhus
microbe and so the disease kept on spreading.
News from the war was very scarce. All we knew was that the Germans had
advanced deep into Russian territory and were having successes. At the end
of 1942 there were some rumors about a city called Stalingrad, that
somehow the Russians succeeded in stopping the German advance in the
Stalingrad region. But these were only rumors and unconfirmed. There was
no radio, no newspaper, except for an occasional German newspaper and they
printed news that were convenient to them. The only thing that kept the
people alive was the hope that one day the Russians will return and that
the allies will be able to defeat the Germans. But as time went on and the
situation being desperate, this hope was fading rapidly.
The Germans didn't let loose. The different laws with more and more
restrictive instructions concerning Jews kept on coming all the time. Now
and then the Gestapo came around and subjected the Jewish population to
one of their Aktionen aided by the gendarmerie and the Ukrainian police.
It reached the point that the Germans from the gendarmerie considered the
Aktion as routine work and some of them developed in time a sadistic
pleasure from participating in the killings. If I was working at the
gendarmerie the day before the Aktion, I knew about it, because the German
commander told me and I could and did warn the people in the ghetto. But
one day an Aktion came and, not having worked at the gendarmerie the
previous day, I didn't know about it. The Aktion started very early in the
morning and we were caught completely by surprise. As soon as we heard
shots in the streets, we understood what it was all about and we ran to
the next house which had a well hidden bunker, so that we could hide
together with the people from that house.
And here I would like to explain what that bunker consisted of. To enter
the house, you had to walk up a few steps, pass through a door and come to
a small entrance. Across the door, there was another door leading to a
cellar after descending a number of steps. On the left side of the
entrance, there was a staircase, leading to the second floor and to the
attic and on the right side of the entrance, there was a door leading to a
room, where a Jewish family lived. What we did to build that bunker was
the following: we completely built over the door leading to the cellar, so
that it was unrecognizable that there ever was a door there. The door was
removed, a brick wall built in the opening, covered with mortar and
painted over, so that anybody who didn't know the house, would have never
guessed that there used to be a door there. In the room located in the
right side of the entrance, where the Jewish family lived, in the rear
left hand corner, there was a bed. The floor was a hardwood floor with
interlocking pieces in the form of a zig-zag. We pulled the bed aside,
removed several of the hardwood slats and dug a hole underneath, leading
into the cellar. We fastened the pieces of hardwood that we removed to a
piece of board, so that when we slipped into the cellar through that hole,
we could, from the inside, with a handle attached to the boards, pull the
cover down to close the hole. The pieces of hardwood mounted on the board
would fit the floor perfectly. If somebody looked at the floor, they could
not see anything unusual. We succeeded to jump into the cellar, through
the floor and after pulling the bed in place and pulling the cover down,
we considered ourselves relatively safe.
When the Germans and the Ukrainians came looking for Jews in that house,
they didn't find anybody. At that moment somebody opened or broke down the
door to a shack located in the courtyard, where an old Jewish man lived.
That man knew about the bunker we were in, but failed to make it in time
and was caught by the Aktion inside the shack. When the Germans and the
Ukrainians broke down the door to the shack, they found the old man
inside, took him out, beat him and threatened to kill him, unless he
provided them with information regarding the whereabouts of the people
living in the house. We heard that conversation from the cellar and we
also heard the old man tell them where the bunker is. At that point the
Germans came into the room, pulled away the bed, looked at the floor and
couldn't see or find anything. So they went out back to the old man, told
him that he is a liar and started beating him again. The old man trying to
save his skin, told them to provide him with an ax, which they did. He
came into the room and with the ax started to destroy the cover of the
hole. When the hole became visible, the Germans pulled away the cover and
started to scream at the people inside: everybody out! Nobody moved, the
fear paralyzed us. There were several children among us. Some Germans and
Ukrainians positioned themselves around the hole with guns pointing inside
and started shooting. A woman holding a child was hit by a bullet and fell
to the floor bleeding. That's when somebody said to the Germans to stop
shooting and we will come out. And so we did. One by one, as there was no
place for more to pass through the hole, we came out into the room, and
the Germans directed us to go into the courtyard. Most everybody did go
outside. But at the exit door a Ukrainian policeman was standing and
looking towards the courtyard. When we passed the entrance and he wasn't
looking, we ran up the stairs to the second floor and from there to the
attic, where we had another bunker, for back up purposes. This one was not
as good as the one in the cellar, but we had no choice as we were trying
desperately to save our lives. The other bunker was built in a corner of
the attic. This was a stand-up attic, but the corner did not permit
standing up because the roof was slanted. Between the slanted roof and the
floor of the attic, there was a space, where one could lie down and that
space was boarded up. A couple of those boards were loosened up and when
you pulled them apart, you could walk into that area, move the boards back
into place and hide there. We were not the only ones, there were about
five people who managed to hide there after running up the stairs.
After the Germans finished with the people from the cellar by moving them
out into the courtyard, they started searching throughout the building to
see if there were more Jews hiding there. They searched every room until
they came into the attic, looked around, did not find our hiding place and
left. We heard them speaking quite clearly, saying that they must have
cleaned out the place. We didn't even dare to breathe. We were lying in
that very narrow, crowded place for about two days, didn't dare to come
out. The people who were marched into the courtyard, including the old man
who gave us away, were joined with others from other houses, were formed
into a group and marched off to the cemetery, stripped naked and shot. As
usual, the Germans did not keep their promise to the old man to spare his
life if he would divulge the hiding place of the others.
From the place in the attic where we were hiding, we could look down to
the street and we saw some horrible sights. We saw a young girl being shot
by a German while trying to run away and while she was lying in the
street, some local Ukrainians came and robbed her of her clothing,
stripping her naked and letting her lie there. We saw a dog come, who
started to eat her flesh. Scenes like this repeated themselves all over
the city of Borschow. 
While in hiding, I experienced a feeling of anxiety and fear of such an
intensity that it consumed me. And without any specific intention or
ulterior motive, I couldn't help thinking that I experienced a similar
feeling before. I tried to identify the time and circumstances when I
could have felt the same way. All of a sudden it dawned on me that I felt
the same way when I had to pass a difficult exam during my high school
years. I concluded that the intensity of such a feeling goes only that
far, whether it is a life and death situation or a difficult high school
exam.
After being hidden a couple of days we had no choice but to come out.
There were other survivors. They did not succeed in rounding up everybody.
Life resumed, if one can call this life.
During the last Aktion that took place in Borschow, a number of people
that we knew, were caught and executed by the Germans. Among them was the
Soifer family. Husband, wife and two daughters from Czernowitz, who had
survived all the hardships up to that point and also served the Jewish
community in Mielnica and Borschow to the best of their ability, under
terrible circumstances. That was the end of the line for them.
Others whom we knew and were caught and killed were a family that lived
next door to our building in the room where the bunker had the entrance to
the cellar, that I described before. It was the Getzler family, husband,
wife, a beautiful daughter and the husband’s mother. They were some of the
people that came out of the cellar and went into the courtyard.
The pain that we experienced by the loss of these fine people, that tried
to help us and other refugees, cannot be put into words. Our situation was
also desperate. Some food could be obtained by the people in the ghetto by
exchanging certain things for food with the peasants. We did something out
of desperation. 
We knew that the people next door, that lived in the room where the
entrance to the bunker was, had stashed away some valuables with a Polish
family that was well off and that lived outside the ghetto. We knew it
from the people themselves, who confided that information to us for just
such an occasion, should they be caught during an Aktion.
As we had the possibility of going outside the ghetto because of our
occasional work at the German gendarmerie, we went to the Polish family
and told them that we know that they are in possession of some valuables
that belong to a Jewish family that was recently killed by the Germans and
asked them to use some of these valuables to help us survive. Whether out
of fear to be reported, or for humanitarian reasons, they did provide us
with food and some clothing.
We continued, in the beginning, to work sporadically for the Germans but
as time went on we went to work daily to the gendarmerie, mostly because
we had food there.
As I said before, among the people who worked at the gendarmerie was also
Jossi, a local young Jewish man who was driving the horse and carriages
for the Germans. We started to notice some unusual activity on his part
that didn't seem to be kosher. That was in the beginning of 1943. In time
we found out that he became a partisan, part of a group that was active in
a forest in the Borschow area called Tzigany forest. We saw him coming out
of the German gendarmerie in a long coat in the spring of 1943, when there
was no need to wear a coat. We found out later, that he used to go to the
attic of the gendarmerie building, where a number of confiscated weapons
were stored and he stole rifles and guns, hid them under the coat, taking
them out and turning them over to the partisan unit of which he was a part.
That activity went on for quite a while and one day we heard that two
German gendarmes, on a patrol mission in the surroundings of Borschow,
were attacked by some men that jumped out of the woods and killed. The
horses and carriage were stolen and so were their weapons. The two Germans
were stripped, left lying on the road and their uniforms stolen. The
Germans started to feel the activity of the partisans in the area. They
knew, of course, of partisan activity in many areas of the occupied
territory. Soon afterwards, two German gendarmes appeared at the gate of
the Borschow prison that was guarded by Ukrainian policemen and ordered
them to open the gate, which they did. The Germans entered the prison
compound, killed the Ukrainian policemen, took the keys to the cells,
opened all the cells and liberated all the prisoners that were there.
Among those prisoners were also many Jews, who were kept in prison for one
reason or another, waiting to be executed. There were also other political
prisoners, but also some common criminals.
After they did that daring feat, we heard that one of the two that did the
job at the prison, was none other than Jossi. The weapons and uniforms
were the ones that came from the attack and killing of the two German
gendarmes. At the time, he had quit working for the Germans and plain
disappeared.
When this happened, sometime in the spring of 1943, the Germans organized
a mission to hunt down the partisans in the area. They mobilized whatever
units they could from all over Galizia. Gendarmerie from other places, SS,
Sonderdienst, anybody they could put their hands on including Ukrainian
police and they came with motorized and armored vehicles, even tanks,
surrounding the whole area, where they presumed the partisans to be and
slowly advanced into the woods. There was a battle between the partisans
and the Germans that lasted for several days, but eventually the partisans
could not resist the might of the mobilized German units and were all
wiped out. Jossi was among them. He was identified by one of the German
gendarmes and the commander told me about it. The Germans never knew that
Zissie was Jossi's sister. Had they known, she would have been shot right
then. As it turned out, she was killed later.
In the ghetto of the city of Borschow there weren't many Jews left. The
Germans, as was their policy from the beginning, decided to liquidate the
last remnants of the Jews in the ghetto and so they organized an Aktion
which was executed according to their standard procedure. They, the SS and
the Sonderdienst came one day, mobilized the German gendarmerie and the
Ukrainian police and started to clean out the ghetto house by house until
they had collected all the Jews, taking them to the cemetery, stripped
them naked and shot them. We knew about that Aktion from the commander of
the German gendarmerie a day ahead of time. As usual, we warned some of
the Jews in the ghetto and went back to the German gendarmerie the same
evening, to hide there the next day when the Aktion would take place. We
heard from the attic where we were hidden, shootings in the streets,
people screaming, crying of the ones caught, and the screaming orders of
the Germans. We remained in the attic and waited for the Aktion to end.
After the day was over, the last visible members of the Jewish community
were executed and the Germans declared the city as Judenrein (clean
of-Jews) the same as they did with many other cities before. That was in
the summer of 1943.
When they declared the city Judenrein, there was no way of going back to
the ghetto. We just didn't have where to go anymore. We started sleeping
in the attic of the stable for the horses with the knowledge of the German
gendarmerie commander, of madame Petrovska, the cook, and of Pavlo
Darmapuk, the driver and caretaker of the horses. They knew that there
were no more Jews alive officially in the ghetto, but there were some
remnants that were hidden by gentiles and some that fled to the forest to
hide in the woods. One of several forests where Jews were hiding, was the
Tzigany forest, located about 7 km north-east of Borschow.
We found out from Pavlo Darmapuk that some Jews who succeeded in hiding
during the last Aktion, fled to that forest and were hiding in an
underground bunker, that they had dug in the middle of the forest. There
was one local Jewish man, who came weekly to a neighbour of Pavlo's for
some food and perhaps a German newspaper, who told him about the bunker in
the forest. This information was very important to us, because we felt
that the day will come when we will be forced to flee and the only place
to go was the forest. But about that later.
We settled into some kind of routine by being hidden in the attic of the
stable. We slept in there, got up very early in the morning, before light
and came down to the stable to clean the horses. There were five horses
and by the time we finished cleaning them, it started to be light outside.
Then we returned to the attic. I must mention that to reach the attic, one
had to go outside the stable and mount the stairway, which was attached to
the outside of the building. There was no way one could reach the attic
from the inside. Sometimes we also came down in the evening, after dark,
late in the evening and lit a fire in the stove used for heating the
place. The stable building consisted of two rooms. The big one
accommodated the 5 horses and the small room was where harnesses and
saddles were kept. That small room had a stove for heating. In the same
room there was also a wooden box with a cover and three partitions inside,
where food for the horses was kept, mainly oats. The room contained a bed,
for no particular reason, but sometimes the driver of the caleche would
rest between trips.
As I said, when we finished cleaning the horses and cleaning up the room,
we went back up into the attic. I also want to mention that the two Jewish
girls that worked at the gendarmerie, cleaning the rooms and serving as
mistresses to some of the Germans, could also not remain there, because
the city became Judenrein. They were hiding across the street from the
German gendarmerie, where there was a house in which the two Ukrainian
women, who also worked there lived. They, living there, were hiding the
Jewish girls in the attic of that house. For a while they stayed there.
Sometimes the commander of the German gendarmerie came to visit us and
tell us the latest news from the war. This gave us hope that eventually
the Russians will return and liberate us. We knew, for example, that the
German armies were retreating on all fronts and that the Russians were on
the offensive.
The retreat of the German armies also caused the retreat of the Ukrainian
units that were part of the SS and were fighting together with the Germans
against the Soviets. One day the commander told us that some Ukrainian
units will pass through the city of Borschow on their way west and because
they had no place to stay, some of them will have to spend the night in
the attic where we were hiding. Half of the attic was filled with hay for
the horses and in the very rear of the attic, Jacques and myself were
hiding under the hay. That same afternoon some Ukrainian soldiers came up
to the attic to sleep. We heard their voices, we heard them talking,
singing and drinking. These people were extremely antisemitic and had they
suspected that some Jews were hiding there, it would have been the end of
us. We didn't even dare to breathe. But luckily the next day they left and
we resumed our routine of getting up very early in the morning, coming
down, cleaning the horses and returning to the attic. As I said before,
some evenings we came down late in the evening, lit the fire in the stove
of the small room and we baked some potatoes on the coals of the stove. We
got the potatoes from a garden located across the street from the stable,
a garden belonging to a Polish family. We went into the garden at night
and dug out potatoes. It was late summer of 1943. The baked potatoes were
a welcome supplement to the food that we received from madame Petrovska
through Pavlo Darmapuk.
At one point it became too dangerous for the two Jewish girls to continue
to hide at the house where the two Ukrainian women lived; so they
transferred them to live in our attic. Since we knew from our past
experiences that it was not enough to have only one hiding place, we
devised another. In a corner of the stable's courtyard, there was a huge
pile of manure that came from cleaning the stable. We dug a hole in a side
of that pile, quite a big hole, which we lined with straw. In one of the
sides there was a small opening, camouflaged with straw hanging down.
Sometimes we hid in that pile of manure, the two of us and the two girls.
An incident which brought about an end of our stay in the attic of the
stable, or in that pile of manure took place one day. We had to leave.
One early morning we were coming down to do our routine work, went into
the stable and while doing the cleaning of the horses, we saw through a
window a German gendarme together with another German that we didn't know
approach the stable. The one that we knew, whose name was Lange, was sent
to an SS school some time back. We had no idea that he had returned and he
was one of the worst ones. We had no way of getting out of the stable
without being seen, so we went into the small room, opened the cover of
the bin where the oats of the horses were kept and slipped in two of the
compartments that were almost empty, hoping that they would not discover
us. When Lange came into the stable, we heard him talking to the other
German and explaining everything about the horses, their usefulness, etc.
It turned out that the other German was an inspector of some kind who came
to check things out. After that they came into the small room and Lange
showed him the harnesses and saddles and suddenly he opened the cover of
the bin to show him the food for the horses. At that point we stood up and
they both got scared to the point of shock. But they recovered quickly,
told us to get out and took us down to the headquarters of the German
gendarmerie which was about 200-300 meters away. He pulled us in and we
were convinced that that was the end of us, there was no escape. He told
us to wait in the hallway. To the right and left of the hallway were the
offices of the German gendarmerie and at the end of the hallway to the
left, was the kitchen. We came in by the front entrance and at the end of
the hallway, there was a rear exit into the courtyard. The commander of
the gendarmerie was still sleeping as it was very early and they woke him
up while we waited in the hallway. He came down and when he saw us, he was
surprised himself, not so much to see us because he knew about us, but
more for the fact that we got caught. He told us to get out of the
building through the back door and hide for the time being in the attic of
a small stable located in the rear courtyard. There the pigs and calves
were kept and used to provide meat for the gendarmerie. We ran out of the
building, up to the attic and realized that it was not possible anymore to
hide at the German gendarmerie. Nevertheless we stayed there a few days,
and during that time the commander came to us once and told us that Italy
has capitulated, that the F¸hrer (Hitler) will speak about it on the radio
and he promised to open the window of his room, turn up the radio at high
volume so that we could listen to Hitler's speech. And when we did hear
him speak, it was one of the first good news that we heard in a very long
time.
At the same time we contacted Pavlo Darmapuk and asked him to tell the man
that came once a week from the Tzigany forest, that we would like to speak
to him. We made contact with him one evening and told him that we would
like to go with him to the forest and stay there for good. He agreed and
so in the fall of 1943 we left the German gendarmerie for good and walked
the 7-8 km with that man into the Tzigany forest and entered the bunker
which they had dug.
I must explain here that it wasn't easy to be accepted by a group of
people hiding in a bunker. In our case most everybody knew us and all of
them lived because we had warned them in advance of an impending Aktion.
So, they accepted us out of gratitude. We found out later from Pavlo, that
the German commander was trying to do something for the two Jewish girls
that were hidden within the compound. He found them a place at a
Liegenschaftsgut whose director was also a German, who agreed to keep the
two girls there. We also found out later that the SS found out that there
were two Jewish girls at the Liegenschaftsgut, after somebody denounced
them, so they came, took them away and liquidated them. As you see, the
war of the German SS against the defenseless Jews continued unabated,
despite the Germans suffering by now defeats on all fronts.
Here, I will describe what the forest bunker consisted off. When we
arrived there, right in the middle of the forest we saw a square hole
about 50x50 cm. The opening was about 1 meter deep and you could enter
only one person at a time of course, and once we entered the hole we came
to an opening of about 4x4 meters and about 1,70 meter high in the middle
passage only, that was dug underground. The passage was about 50 cm wide.
On both sides of the passage, there were earthen platforms left there from
the digging. The height in the platform area was only about 1 meter and
these platforms, on both sides of the passage served as bunk beds for the
people to lie down. We were 16 people in that bunker, mostly men but also
4 females, two local women and two young sisters from Budapest, that were
part of the original group of Jews brought by the Hungarian army and
dumped in the summer of 1941 in Zalescziky. Among the local men, there was
a man and his 12 year old son. The platforms were covered with straw.
Inside the bunker it was quite warm, even in winter as it was deep
underground and had so many people in such a small space. It was mostly
dark inside, but during the day a small ray of light penetrated through
the opening, but it was not really sufficient to light up the place. It
only indicated where the opening was. With conditions as they were, it
must have been a superhuman effort to built that bunker. Most of the time
we stayed in the dark. Only in some cases did we use a system to slightly
light the place. It consisted of a half scooped out potato, filled with
vegetable oil. A piece of wick was dipped into the oil and lit. As soon as
the light was not absolutely necessary it was extinguished because we
couldn't afford the waste of oil. Most everybody did go out at least once
a day for some fresh air and to move around. But most of the time we were
just lying there on top of the platform next to each other, just waiting.
The conditions inside the bunker were unimaginable. The stench was
intense. The lice were eating us up alive. As time went on, everybody
developed open wounds, where lice used to feed, because of lack of
nourishment.
Not far, about 2 km from our bunker, there was, what we called, a Polish
colony. During the thirties the Polish government tried to increase the
proportion of the Polish population, where the majority was Ukrainian so
as to have a more solid claim to that area. Between the two World Wars,
that area belonged to Poland, but the population was mostly Ukrainian and
they were afraid that at one point the Soviet Union may have a claim to
the province of Galizia because of the Ukrainian population there, so they
tried to increase the percentage of Poles. To achieve this, they brought
some Polish colonists - farmers from other parts of Poland and gave them
land, built houses for them and extended credit. The colony close to our
bunker, as I said about 2 km away, consisted of six houses with six Polish
families living there. Each family had a parcel of land close to their
house. These 6 Polish families were the main support for us Jewish
outcasts who lived in the bunker. We used to go to the Polish colony at
night and exchange whatever we had left for food, and some of the local
people still had some valuables, gold, jewelry, etc.
But I must say that these Polish colonists did supply us with some food,
like a pot of boiled potatoes (with the skin), a loaf of bread ( black and
very primitive), etc., even if we didn't have what to give them in return,
as was the case with us two. They did it for humanitarian reasons but also
for political ones. After all, they were Poles and also under German
occupation after their defeat, living within a sea of hostile Ukrainians.
Whatever the reason, their help was very welcome.
We also settled into another routine. The man who used to go to Pavlo
Darmapuk's neighbour once a week constituted the only connection to the
outside world. So we accompanied him and while he went to the neighbour,
one of us (we took turns - one week Jacques went, the other week I went)
would go to Pavlo's house. During the previous week he would collect from
the German gendarmerie, where he still worked, remnants of food and some
German newspapers, from which we could, by reading between the lines, find
out some information about how the war was going. This went on for quite a
while and we continued to hide there waiting for the day of liberation,
which during the winter of 1943-1944, seemed to be approaching, but for us
much too slowly.
We continued to be eaten by lice. Slowly the people inside the bunker
became more and more like animals. We saw scenes, when the boy's father
denied him food by refusing to share with him whatever he had. But as
desperate as the situation was, there were some signs of human emotion.
Jacques started to be attracted more and more to one of the Hungarian
sisters. This attraction would prove to have been fatal to him.
From time to time German patrols with dogs combed the forest in search of
partisans and Jews. We were lucky not to have been discovered by them.
Towards the end of March 1944, on a Saturday evening, because it was my
turn, I set out together with the local man, to go to Borschow as usual.
When we were about 2 km away from our bunker, it started to snow heavily.
Soon everything was covered white and we lost our way. It seems that if
there are no orientation signs, one walks in circles and so we did. We
walked all night and only in the morning did we realize where we were and
eventually arrived at our destination late in the morning.
When I took off my boots, I saw that I had big wounds on my feet that were
bleeding. (The scars are still visible today). I also felt that I had
fever. Being impossible to return the same day to the bunker, I asked
Pavlo to let me stay for a while at his house and he reluctantly agreed.
It was dangerous for him to give shelter to a Jew. The other man was
advised about my condition and he remained at the neighbour's house. On
Tuesday Pavlo told me that he cannot let me stay any longer and so the two
of us took off Tuesday evening towards the bunker. I could barely walk
because of the fever and also because I had my feet wrapped in rags inside
my boots that were torn. But slowly we made it to the forest and when we
arrived there, we couldn't find our bunker. After searching for several
hours, we gave up and decided to go to the colony to see if they knew
anything. And indeed they did. The snow that fell on that Saturday night
covered everything including the bunker. It was a wet and heavy snow, as a
matter of fact so heavy that the ceiling of the bunker started to leak.
All of a sudden there was a crack in the ceiling and a noise that was the
beginning of the ceiling caving in. When the people realized what was
happening, they started to leave the bunker, but the opening being so
small, they could only get out one at a time. Several people got out
including the 12 year old boy, but when his father tried to get out, who
was next in line, everything collapsed and he was half buried. The upper
part of his body was outside and the lower part was trapped. The people
who got out ran to the colony to try to get help to rescue the others and
some of the colonists came with shovels to the bunker, but all they could
do was to dig out the father of the boy. I was told by the people who
escaped that Jacques could have come out, but he preferred to give
priority to the two sisters and they were slow to gather their belongings
and so all of them were buried alive. They are probably buried there to
this day.
The people who got out were almost naked when they came out into the
winter air and all of them suffered frostbite and most of them lost part
of their toes of parts of their feet. I saw later after being liberated,
when I was at the Borschow hospital, one of the survivors losing half a
foot when doctor Rabinowitz removed half a rotten foot as if he would take
off a glove, leaving the bones exposed. He cut these bones off later. The
man who was half buried and later saved by colonists suffered terrible
wounds all over the lower part of his body, but in time he recovered and
the wounds healed when he started to feed himself properly after
liberation.
Of the 16 people that were hidden in that bunker, there were 7 survivors
plus the two of us who weren't there at the time of the collapse. We
didn't know what to do with ourselves so we just wandered around in the
forest like animals. The people of the colony sometimes let us hide in the
attic of their stables and many a time we hid there without their
knowledge. We realized that we have to find a better solution, so we
decided to build another bunker, this time different for fear of yet
another collapse. We dug a hole in the ground and covered it with
branches, The cover was about level with the ground and could be seen only
from very close. Inside that new bunker it was very cold and we just
stayed there lying down and shivering. I myself, beginning from that
Saturday night when I went to Borschow, suffered from high fever, which
was a result of having typhus. As happened to other people, because of the
big difference between body temperature and the outside temperature, one
night when I went out of the bunker to relieve myself I suddenly felt a
terrible pain in the tip of my toes and when I wanted to return to my
place, I couldn't walk anymore and had to crawl back. I learned from the
other people that I suffered most probably from a complication as a result
of the difference in temperatures. It was a gangrene of the tips of my
toes. It was almost as if the tips of my toes were frozen and after a
couple of days, the tips of my toes started to turn a dark color until
they became completely black. The pain was excruciating. The border
between the normal color of the toes and the black portion became visible
and from that place a dirty liquid started to emerge.
And so we stayed there for a while until one day we heard from far away
what seemed to be canon fire. Several days later, by the middle of April
1944, the people from the colony told us that there is a rumor that the
Russians are in Borschow. We weren't sure that there was any truth to that
rumour, but we decided to go to Borschow anyway.
And so we left the bunker, a sorry lot of nine people, covered with sacs
and rags, our feet covered with and bound with rags, emerging from the
forest that was our home for almost one year and started to walk towards
the road leading to Borschow over a snow covered field.
In the distance we saw a military column heading in the direction of
Borschow. When the soldiers of that column saw that group of people in the
middle of a field, about a dozen of them came towards us and surrounded us
with rifles at the ready. They were ready to shoot us, even though they
were Russian soldiers that we were waiting for years too see. There was a
war on and the rule was to shoot first and ask questions later. At the
last minute an officer stopped them and when they came closer and saw in
what state of despair we were, they only asked us some questions, which we
answered explaining who we were and then they left and we resumed our walk
towards Borschow. We were close of loosing our lives after liberation.
When we arrived into the city, it was the third day after liberation. I
went to Pavlo Darmapuk and found out from him that a Jewish doctor had
survived, Doctor Rabinowitz, who organized the reopening of the city
hospital and so I went to that hospital and they took me in. The hospital
had only a number of beds and nothing else in the beginning. But with just
rudimentary means, they started to treat the wounds on my toes. The
problem was that after only 4 days at the hospital, I had to flee and run
for my life once again because the Germans were returning.
What actually happened was this. When the Russians first liberated
Borschow, it was only an advance column, that had made contact with
another advance column much to the south and so encircled a huge part of
the German army, that became trapped, They tried to fight their way out of
encirclement, pushing towards the west. Slowly they succeeded to break
through the Russian lines and continued their retreat towards the west.
That is when they recaptured Borschow.
When I fled the hospital, I went again to Pavlo and he took me to his
mother in law, who lived elsewhere in the city. I stayed there and a
little later, looking out the window, I saw slowly advancing, first the
gun, after the turret, and then the whole of a German Tiger tank. After
the Germans entered the city, some came into the house where I was and
told the lady of the house that they are going to establish there a
communication center for the army. Should they ask about me, it was
agreed, that she would say that I am her sick and crippled son, who cannot
even get out of bed. They did establish their communication center there
with radio transmitters and telephone exchange and stayed for one more
week, when they were forced to get out and retreat under the ever
increasing pressure of the Russian army, who occupied Borschow and
continued their advance toward the west. I got satisfaction looking at the
retreating German soldiers, who were hungry and in rags, not at all the
way they looked in 1941 when they were advancing east.
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 ottima morale la tua
Chi e' il pirata?  Chi continuava a prendere il 15% concordato, o chi 
dal giorno all'indomani ha chiesto un aumento di quattro o cinque 
volte, eppoi ha chiuso i rubinetti?
La stessa Gazprom che ha raddoppiato il prezzo del  gas ai cittadini di 
Mosca in soli tre anni? Chi e' il vampiro?
E con quello che costa l'energia in Italia - la piu' costosa in Europa 
- forse dovresti protestare con i governi di qui che non hanno 
liberalizzato il settore e favorito la  concorrenza, piuttosto che 
cercare un capro espiatorio.
Alla fine l'Ucraina paghera' il doppio, ma importando il gas da 
altrove. Ecco la morale della favola. Mosca non ci ha guadagnato una 
lira, anzi ci ha perso in reputazione di affidabilita'.
Am.

 nemmeno per i nazisti o i razzisti antislavi .
Cut creativo eh, merda alla Beria...
Am.

amalric ha scritto:
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no la frase razzista sulla Russia e' tutta mer*a tua. Rimangiala con
tonibaruch.
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 con l'aggressione del 20. 
Che gli era stato sottratto dalla russia... e chissà cos'era stato 
sottratto agli ucraini. Chissenefrega.
Le foto dei nazi che consultano le carte coi compagni sovietici. Sono 
lì.Contano più o meno delle due divisioni ucraine?
Contano entrambe un cazzo per definire "i russi" o "i galiziani", se non 
nei deliri razzisti di un somaro rossobruno.
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 no la frase razzista sulla Russia 
A parte la tua taroccata non c'era nessuna frase razzista.
Ma questo l'abbiamo già visto.
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 dell'Europa, ritenta
Quoto. Basta che si tenga la Siberia, e impari a convivere con l'Europa 
e i paesi asiatici,se non e' troppo chiedere.
Am.

 amichetto dei carnefici degli ebrei
A forza di ingoiare vaccate antisemite, è impazzito.
Dai somaro razzista, ripeti senza fuggire i tuoi deliri sui 
"geneticamente tarati"  e sui ladri galiziani.
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 tonibaruch.
No, detta mentre la Russia strangolava l'Ucraina e ricattava l'Europa.
Ma di questo non hai chiesto minimamente scusa, traditore e razzista.
Am.

 Rotfl.
uh? non eri tu che negavi che Kahane fosse razzista?
E ora stai difendendo gli estremisti ucraini, provenienti dalla Galizia,
russofobi come amalric e che in passato collaborarono attivamente con i
nazisti a sterminare gli ebrei? sei proprio un traditore del tuo popolo
tonino. 
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 Quoto. 
scrivere come hai fatto che il posto della Russia e' il cesso dell'ASia e'
quanto sostenevano i razzisti antislavi  ieri (amichetti e complici dei
nazisti) che quelli di oggi come i vari tonibaruch devoti fan di szalasi e
kahane
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 No, detta mentre la Russia strangolava l'Ucraina e ricattava l'Europa.
pallonaro razzista, la Russia non ha ricattato proprio nessuno in Europa e
 quella frase razzista sulla Russia cesso dell'ASIA e' solo un esempio di
come sei russofobo. 
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 A parte la tua taroccata non c'era nessuna frase razzista.
ma no tonigoebbels certo, dire che un paese come la Russia merita di stare
nel cesso dell'ASIA e' la dimostrazione dell'amore che tu e amalric avete
per il popolo russo. ROTFL!
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 russofobi come amalric
Per ora non hai mostrato nulla di razzista scritto da amalric.
Annaspi e affondi nel tuo stesso stallatico, somaro razzista.
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 nel cesso dell'ASIA 
Dai sergetto, il tarocco-cut no.
L'hai già tentato un po' troppo.
Affonda nel tuo guano razzista con dignità, tu che accusi i "ladri 
galiziani" per colpe genetiche.
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 tonino.
Ah, ignoravo di aver sterminato gli ebrei assieme ai nazisti.
Di, sergio, non e' che l'ultima tranvata a Putin-Gazprom ti ha dato alla testa?
Sai non siamo piu' nei gloriosi  anni 40 di Stalin, che da solo ha 
vinto la 2GM.
Adesso siamo in pieno nazismo. E' tutto da rincominciare...
ROTFL
Am.

 la 2GM.
Senza contare che, per il somaro, Stalin non era nemmeno comunista.
Le forze della reazione anticomunista hanno battuto i nazisti...
E i comunisti dov'erano? Sfido che a sergetto va in pappa il cervello.
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 come sei russofobo.
Russoche? Io se permetti avevo una zia russa con cui andavo molto d'accordo.
Pero' non mi stupirebbe che al contrario di me tu avessi qualche 
fascista in famiglia. Lo stile e' quello. E anche se fosse stato  
stalinista, la differenza non si noterebbe. La tendenza al massacro, 
alla menzogna  e al ricatto e' sempre quella.
Am.

 kahane
Scusami eh, ma se di nuovo la Russia ricatta l'Ucraina e l'Europa, mi 
sentiro' di nuovo legittimato a dire 'continauando cosi' la Russia si 
ritrovera' il cesso dell'Asia'. Ti ci potrai anche sedere sopra a tuo 
agio.
Peccato che scegliendo il ripristino delle forniture la Russia ha 
dimostrato di non voler diventare il cesso dell'Asia, malgrado tu 
cerchi ancora di sedertici sopra.
Passatista, vah...
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Am.

 nazisti a sterminare gli ebrei? 
Mi spieghi cosa c'entrano le divisioni SS ucraine con i furti di gas 
russo di oggi, secondo te commessi da "i galiziani"?
E' un link genetico quello che secondo te identifica i ladri e li 
circoscive ad una parte della popolazione ucraina?
Gli ucraini-russi non si scaldano?
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 quel generoso amichetto di basaev berezovski
Cosa che in un anno di tempo non sei minimamente riuscito a dimostrare...
Be' prova nel 2006, magari a forza di ripetere una bugia la gente ci 
crede...
Am.

 sei
Ma ti guardi mai allo specchio, ma le ripeti mai queste battute prima di 
scriverle?
Be' ti auguro di renderti conto quanto ti rendi ridicolo. E di evitare 
il naufragio intellettuale, almeno per il 2006.
Ci sei vicino...
Am.

 Scusami eh,
no lord haw haw, sei razzista e basta altro che scuse.
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 russo di oggi, secondo te commessi da "i galiziani"?
tonigoebbelsbaruch ma quando la smetterai di fare il cialtrone e taroccare
i post altrui?
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 Ma ti guardi mai allo specchio,
e quando ti ci guardi tu che vedi lord haw haw? ci vedi un razzista
londinese fronte bassa? 
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 Ah, ignoravo di aver sterminato gli ebrei assieme ai nazisti.
ciccio parlo di estremisti ucraini russofobi e razzisti come amalric. Tu
fronte bassa per fortuna non sei in grado di allacciarti nemmeno le scarpe
da solo...
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 Per ora non hai mostrato nulla di razzista scritto da amalric.
invece si, solo che da cialtrone amichetto dei fascisti russofobi neghi.
Cosa diresti ad uno che scrive il posto di Israele e' nel cesso del Medio
Oriente?
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 Russoche? 
russofobo. Uno che scrive che il posto della Russia e' il cesso dell'Asia,
che difende terroristi alla basaev e chi li finanzia deve essere proprio
un gran amicone del popolo russo. 
Sorvoliamo poi sulla tua cazzata del ricatto russo all'Europa che solo
degli imbecilli si sono immaginato.
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 Tb
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 lì.Contano più o meno delle due divisioni ucraine?
gli ebrei in Ucraina li hanno fatti fuori a migliaia i sovietici o gli
amichetti galiziani delle SS che tu difendi, tonigoebbelsbaruch?
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 no lord haw haw, sei razzista e basta altro che scuse.
Col nome che mi dai e dopo  avere scritto che sarei 'tarato 
geneticamente' sarei io il razzista?
O non ti viene in mente che le accuse di razzismo di un razzista 
lasciano il tempo che trovano?
La verita' e' che sulla faccenda del gas ti sei preso una sonora 
sconfitta e cerchi istericamente qualcosa a cui appigliarti.
Che pena, che mancanza di stile...
Am.

 degli imbecilli si sono immaginato.
Eh, no. Pensavi che sarebbe andata male all'Ucraina, e che sarebbe 
tornata all'ovile.
E adesso che si e' staccata ancora un po' di piu',e che il CIS sta  
franando,ti viene la bava alla bocca.
Imperialista alla matriciana, vah...
Am.

 da solo...
Cioe' io sarei un estremista ucraino russofobo e razzista?
Sei in pieno delirio associativo, alla Presidente Schroeber...
Magari una terapia breve, seguita da lunghe vacanze?
Am.

 i post altrui?
Eh, sei rimasto basito, e non sai che rispondere...
Tsk, tsk...
Am.

 geneticamente' sarei io il razzista?
si, oltre al nome conta quel che hai scritto sui russi destinati al cesso
dell'ASIA. cose che dicevano pure i nazisti 60 anni fa. 
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 londinese fronte bassa?
No, vedo uno che guida ad alta velocita' con la testa girata e che 
andra' presto a finire in burrone...
Watch out!
Am.

 Eh, sei rimasto basito, 
dalla vostra cialtronaggine e russofobia? visto chi siete e cosa scrivetr
non tanto...
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amalric ha scritto:
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allora accelera a tavoletta russofobo amalric, finendo nel burrone farai
un gran favore a chi ti conosce.
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 Cioe' io sarei un estremista ucraino russofobo e razzista?
tu sei solo russofobo e razzista, amalric.
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 tornata all'ovile.
e il ricatto all'Europa quindi l'hai sognato dopo na gran magnata di
fagioli, lord haw haw?
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 un gran favore a chi ti conosce.
Spiacente. Nel burrone ci sta finendo Putin con la Cecenia e il 
distacco dell'Ucraina.
La C.I.S e' quasi finita:
http://www.gayguy.it/883_Chiuditi_nel_cesso_gayguy.it.mid
mh?
Am.

 dell'ASIA. cose che dicevano pure i nazisti 60 anni fa.
Dicevano forse che i ricatti della Gazprom di Putin avrebbero fatto 
finire la Russia nel cesso dell'Asia?
Be', dovevano avere la sfera di Cristallo.
Ma allora faresti bene a ricordare  a Putin di non giocare con i 
rubinetti del gas...
ROTFL!
Am.

 
Be' avendo la fronte bassa ed essendo tarato geneticamente, che altro 
potevo fare?
Certo avrei preferito essere anche Ucraino, ma non si puo' avere tutto 
dalla vita...
Am.

 fagioli, lord haw haw?
Certo il tuo mononeurone non riesce a considerare due eventi allo stesso tempo.
Siccomel'Ucraina si e' rifiutata di cedere al ricatto, allaora 
Gazprom-Putin hanno cercato di trasferire il ricatto all'Europa, e li' 
gli e' andata male definitivamente.
Condoglianze (e' un piacere vederti saltellare, come diceva Nadir)
Am.

 amichetti galiziani delle SS che tu difendi, tonigoebbelsbaruch?
Ovviamente i nazisti e i loro alleati.
Ma c'č anche dell'altro: la sorte a cui sono stati abbandonati gli ebrei 
durante l'avanzata nazista č un capitolo osceno della storia sovietica, 
che preferirei non buttare in vacca parlando con un somaro.
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 erano e sono antirussi . 
E cio' che rilevnza ha oggi?
Senza contare che anche russi servirono come collaborazionisti dei 
tedeschi, al pari di gente di ogni altro paese occupato direi.
Palmiro Pangloss
-- 
Giuliano Ferrara for SISMI

 fascista in famiglia. 
Anche se fosse non conterebbe un cazzo di niente.
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 Anche se fosse non conterebbe un cazzo di niente.
Infatti. Contano solo le cazzate razziste che ha scritto in questo 
thread (tanto per restare alla roba fresca).
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 Palmiro Pangloss
Gia', ma spiegherebbe 'sta fissazione per il nazismo e il complotto 
delle destre europee.
Am.

 ma spiegherebbe 'sta fissazione per il nazismo 
La storia del nazismo e' anche uno dei miei argomenti preferiti (si 
Sergio, ho il Kershaw), intendi dire che sono nazista o ho un nonno 
gerarca? Che c'entra?
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 Palmiro Pangloss
Be' tu non risulti stalinista, o di Ordine Nuovo,  nel 2006.
Tra gli estremismi c'e' sempre stata una certa affinita'. Hitler usava 
metodi di propaganda mutuati dai partiti marxisti tedeschi, e ai miei 
tempi le azioni   dell'Autonomia  non erano molto diverse da quelle 
dell'estrema destra.
E ho conosciuto figli di padri fascisti diventati di estrema sinistra, 
magari per reazione.
E infine oggi si da' del fascista a chi esprime opinioni democratiche 
come nel caso dell'Ucraina.
Uno strano Doublespeak.
Am.

 finire la Russia nel cesso dell'Asia?
no si parlava di quale posto debba occupare la Russia non piu' supina come
ai tempi di Eltsin-berezovskij.
E tu da razzista russofobo hai risposto con una frase usata spesso dai
nazifascisti.
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 distacco dell'Ucraina.
russofobo londinese, questo era quanto si sognavano di avere chi da londra
e washington dava i soldi a berezovski che li girava per conto loro ai
vari basaev... ma con putin hanno fatto male i conti visto che non era una
marionetta come lo era eltsin.
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 potevo fare?
e se il tuo essere russofobo dipende dal fatto di essere inglese?
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 come nel caso dell'Ucraina.
ehi mononeurone, quelli dell'OUN (Organisation of Ukrainian Nationalists
), cari amichetti di tonigoebbels, ti sembrano che esprimano opinioni
democratiche o sono fascisti? 
un link interessante sugli amichetti galiziani che l'ungherese tonibaruch
difende...
http://www.jewishgen.org/yizkor/galicia/gal001.html
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 Eh no, signor taroccatore. 
sei cosi' vigliacco e bugiardo che non mi meraviglia affatto che fai
coppia con il servitore craxiano delle croci frecciate ungheresi . lol
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 Infatti. Contano solo le cazzate razziste che ha scritto 
Kahane come mai per te non era razzista? Ne capisci assai di antisemitismo
e razzismo eh cretine'? si vede... lol
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 tedeschi, al pari di gente di ogni altro paese occupato direi. 
  ma non li vedo orgogliosi del fatto come invece accade in Galizia o nei
paesi baltici dove si permettono marce e carnevalate a questi merdosi di
collaborazionisti delle SS.
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 che preferirei non buttare in vacca parlando con un somaro.
ROTFL!!!!!!!!! te pareva che la colpa non fosse dei sovietici per il
nazistucolo milanoungherese .
Dove hai letto che gli ebrei sono stati abbandonati dai sovietici ai
nazisti con lo scopo di farli sterminare, gran pirlone? su qualche
articolo del Foglio o in qualche articolo dell'Avanti dei tempi di Craxi?
Tieni leggiti questo documento e studia invece di dire le tue solite
coglionate anticomuniste.
http://www.jewishgen.org/yizkor/galicia/Galicia.html#contents
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 nazisti. 
Ad esempio chi?
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 nazifascisti.
E somari.
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 e se il tuo essere russofobo dipende dal fatto di essere inglese?
Somaro nazista, somaro razzista
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 difende...
Rotfl, somaro nazista.
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 Kahane 
No, quelle che hai scritto tu, somaro nazista.
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 paesi baltici dove si permettono marce e carnevalate 
Oh, di marce razziste se ne permettono anche i russi, aggiornati somaro 
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 nazifascisti.
No. dicevano esattamente quello, e quello hanno poi ripetuto la maggior 
parte degli analisti: che con un azione simile - chiudere i rubinetti - 
 la Russia si sganciava dall'Europa.
E tu sei un razzista che usa terminologia da OVRA  contro chi la pensa  
diversamente da te, usando termini gratuitamente infamanti.
Am.

 meno male 
Che taroccando taroccando, esce sempre il somaro nazista
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 collaborazionisti delle SS.
Tutta roba finanziata da  Londra e Washington vero? E appoggiata da 
fascisti ebrei e inglesi che parlano dai microfoni di Berlino, come si 
evince dal subject?
Am.

 e se il tuo essere russofobo dipende dal fatto di essere inglese?
Di essere in campana con i russi? Ma lo e' tutta l'Europa - che e' 
stata invasa, occupata e oppressa per 40 anni dai Sovietici.
O magari 'sto dettaglio ti e' sfuggito?
Am.

 marionetta come lo era eltsin.
Sono mesi che ti si chiede la prova di questa menzogna, e sono mesi che 
non sei in grado di fornire lo straccio di una prova, ma solo di 
ripetere le tue illaziobni.
Qui su IPI mica siamo l'Associazione Italia-URSS in cui puoi sparare 
qualsiasi mezogna antioccidentale, e tutti a battere le mani per 
guadagnarsi l'appoggio di Mosca...
Am.

 Ad esempio chi?
Ah, ce n'è a bizzeffe.
Tra i sostenitori di yushenko c'è effettivamente la feccia antisemita 
più spudorata: gente che sostiene che 400.000 ebrei hanno invaso 
l'Ucraina in alleanza con Hitler. Non so cosa ci sia dall'altra parte, 
ma non scommetterei di trovare qualcosa di meglio.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1288361/posts
Una situazione vomitevole. Ma tanto per mostrare l'idiozia dei ragli 
razzisti del somaro il livello di giudeofobia e di antisemitismo ucraino 
sembra comunque essere notevolmente più basso che in Russia.
http://www.eajc.org/program_art_e.php?id=10
Ad ogni modo, la cosa interessante che Sergio dovrebbe spiegare è come 
mai l'esistenza di razzisti e nostalgici nazisti ucraini, dia a lui il 
diritto di scrivere affermazioni razziste contro "i galiziani", di 
riferirsi ai popoli dell'ex urss in termini razzisti-stalinisti 
attribuendo a gruppi etnici intenzioni, volontà, colpe ereditarie, e 
naturalmente di straparlare di tare mentali.
Attribuire volontà è caratteristiche individuali a gruppi è infatti 
l'essenza del razzismo.
Ci sono i nazisti ucraini e c'è il somaro razzista di IPI.
Visto che il somaro razzista ha già provveduto a informarci delle sue 
caratteristiche con un concerto di ragli, segui i link per rabbrividire 
un po' a proposito di quello che si trova in Ucraina e che poco è stato 
raccontato. Il post di freerepublic è molto lungo, molto documeentato, 
molto ricco di link, volendo proprio andare a fondo della questione.
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 Ah, ce n'č a bizzeffe.
Grazie, non cosi in dettaglio come spiegato nel link ma sapevo di simili 
connessioni in Ucraina e repubbliche baltiche, ma volevo me lo spiegasse 
Sergio.
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  la Russia si sganciava dall'Europa.
tarato londinese, aggiungi ulteriore cazzata alla tonibaruch alla tua
frasetta razzista russofoba, visto che la Russia non chiudeva affatto i
rubinetti all'Europa ma ad un paese confinante che le ruba il gas .
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 oltre che servi di szalasi come me.
giustissimo. Ti avevo dimenticato tonibaruch, scusa.
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 Sono mesi che ti si chiede la prova di questa menzogna,
il fatto che Berezovski non sia stato estradato malgrado abbia lui stesso
ammesso di aver dato soldi ad un tuo idolo come quell'ammazza bambini di
basaev E' la prova, altro che menzogna karo lord haw haw del ng.
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 O magari 'sto dettaglio ti e' sfuggito?
il dettaglio "tutta l'europa" te lo ha suggerito tonigoebbels? nice try.
<g>
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 Tb
quoto. Pero' Kahane non e' razzista giusto? <g>
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  sono nazista.
piu' che essere nazista sei il loro servetto preferito, visto che per il
tuo popolo sei solo un danno appena apri quella fogna che hai per bocca...
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 No, 
ma rispondi invece di fare il solito vigliacchetto szalasian-craxiano no?
Kahane come mai per te non era razzista? Ne capisci assai di antisemitismo
e razzismo eh cretine'? si vede... lol
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 Ad esempio chi?
mai sentito parlare del fatto che il "movimento arancione" era forte
soprattutto in Galizia?
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 Tutta roba finanziata da  Londra e Washington vero? 
ehi lord haw haw, chi ha maggior interesse a portare la NATO dentro
l'UCRAINA e a tenerla separarla dalla Russia se non londra e washingon?
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 nazista.
ma io quei russi razzisti non li difendo come invece fai tu con i
galiziani ultranazionalisti e russofobi, servetto dei nazisti ungheresi e
nostrani
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 diritto di scrivere affermazioni razziste contro "i galiziani",
si spiega benissimo : tutto si deve ad una solita taroccatura di cui sei
noto nel ng.
  > Ci sono i nazisti ucraini e c'č il somaro razzista di IPI.
e c'e' un cretino che nega il razzismo di Kahane e da del fiancheggiatore
di antisemiti a chi combatte il negazionismo : e quello sei tu.
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 Sergio.
E perche' da Sergio? da solo non te le sapevi cercare che te le devo
spiegare per forza io,   caro elettore di fascisti di arezzo?
tie' leggiti anche qualche articolo da questo link della pagina Les
fascistes derričre Iouchenko 
http://www.michelcollon.info/articles.php?dateaccess=2004-12-27%2012:48:18&log=invites
SS GALICIA 
Ivano-Frankivsk City Council resolution recognizes Halychyna Division
veterans 
------------------------------------------------------------------------ 
by Roman Woronowycz 
Kyiv Press Bureau 
KYIV - With days left before the parliamentary elections in Ukraine, a
resolution proposed by the Ivano-Frankivsk City Council which would extend
combat veteran status to members of the Halychyna Division of the
Ukrainian National Army, a World War II Ukrainian fighting force that
battled against both the Soviet Army and Nazi forces, has caused an
international stir. 
The action has brought the ire of Moscow, which blasted the decision as
"regretful" and "shameful," along with critical statements from Jewish
community leaders both in Kyiv and the United States. 
The resolution, passed by the City Council of Ivano-Frankivsk on March 19,
would give Halychyna Division veterans additional pensions and other
government subsidies similar to what Soviet Army veterans currently enjoy.
However, unlike the Soviet veterans, who are cared for by the central
government, the Ivano-Frankivsk City Council would take upon itself the
financial burden to the Ukrainian veterans. It earlier had agreed to
compensate from its own till another group of Ukrainian freedom fighters
from World War II, the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA). 
Before the resolution becomes law, it needs the mayor's signature. Before
that, however, it must go through a process of legal and historical
analyses. If implemented it would extend benefits to 24 survivors who are
residents of Ivano-Frankivsk, most of them disabled former prisoners of
the Soviet gulag. 
The All-Ukraine Jewish Congress, which has vehemently protested the
decision, organized a rally on March 27 at the Monument to the Unknown
Soldier in Kyiv to protest the city council move. Vadim Rabinovich,
president of the congress, called the decision "a crime against the
Ukrainian and Jewish people." 
During the meeting, held with several hundred mostly disinterested looking
students in attendance, Ukrainian Jewish leaders read a statement from the
Simon Wiesenthal Center, located in Los Angeles, which read in part:
"Those who volunteered to fight on the side of Germany and Hitler are the
moral equivalent of Bin Laden and the terrorist cells of Al Qaeda." 
It could not be determined whether the students were forced or paid for
their presence or whether they came voluntarily. 
Moscow also came out strongly against the local decision. Interfax
reported that the Russian Foreign Ministry condemned the move by
Ivano-Frankivsk city officials on March 20, calling it "a shameful act of
betrayal" of millions of Nazi victims. The statement said that Russia
could not accept recognition of a fighting force that had murdered
thousands of "our fathers and grandfathers." 
Ukraine's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, meanwhile, responded to the charges
by stating on March 26 that the issue is an internal matter, which should
not have a bearing on relations with other states, while underscoring that
satisfying all sides in the matter of who should be considered Ukrainian
veterans of World War II is not an easy task. 
"The issue is not limited to the Halychyna Division, but extends to the
broader question, which includes the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA) and
its role, as well," explained Ihor Dolhov, ministry spokesman. "It is a
deeply national, deeply moral issue, one which involves matters of
historical accuracy and national reconciliation, as well as respect for
veterans of liberation movements on Ukrainian territory." 
In an interview with The Weekly, Ivano-Frankivsk City Council Press
Secretary Ihor Pasichniak criticized Moscow for twisting the facts and
turning the matter into a pre-election issue. 
"This is a provocation and it is meant to intrude on the electoral
process," explained Mr. Pasichniak. 
He explained that at no point were additional pensions or subsidies
considered for members of the Waffen SS Halychyna Division. All
references, without exception, were for government pensions and subsidies
to members of theHalychyna Division of the Ukrainian National Army, which
developed from the remnants of the Waffen SS military unit after it was,
for all practical purposes, wiped out by the Soviet Army at the Battle of
Brody. Those Ukrainian National Army division members who did not flee to
Western Europe as World War II ended were eventually absorbed into the
UPA. 
The matter of pensions and subsidies for veterans of Halychyna Disivion
came up at the tail end of a regular session of the Ivano-Frankivsk City
Council on March 19. When the council addressed the last point on its
agenda, "Miscellany," Councilman Zinovii Boichuk tabled the matter of the
compensation, which was duly voted upon and supported. 
With the events in Ivano-Frankivsk evolving as the election season
climaxed, some media outlets in the fiercely polarized and caustic
Ukrainian press - and several Russian ones, as well - quickly labeled the
move as representative of the "fascist tendencies" of the supporters of
Viktor Yushchenko, the head of the Our Ukraine election bloc, which has
much support in the western regions of Ukraine and the city of
Ivano-Frankivsk. 
However, a city dweller who wished to remain anonymous told The Weekly
that Mr. Boichuk belongs to the Ukrainian Republican Party, which is
associated with the Yulia Tymoshenko election bloc. 
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 Che taroccando taroccando,
vieni sempre sgamato e fai la figura del cialtrone goebbelsiano?


 
A me sembra che l'Ucraina si sia espressa con un voto. Se vuole entrare 
nella NATO fatti suoi. Si vede che si sentira' maggiormente protetta, 
come tanti altri paesi europei, contro i blitz dei suoi vicini piu' 
grandi.
O forse l'Ucraina non e' uno stato indipendente che puo' decidere se 
restare nel CIS?
Am.
PS grazie per non usare epiteti razzisti.

 <g>
Noto che sei arrivato al capolinea, e che non sai che rispondere.
Am.

 basaev E' la prova, altro che menzogna karo lord haw haw del ng.
Noto ancora che non fornisci nessuna prova dei finanziamenti di Londra 
e che continui a insultarmi personalmente con epiteti razzisti.
Am.

 del tipo "kahane 
Sě, sergio. Sei un razzista tipo Kahane. O Nasrallah, se te lo senti piů 
vicino.
Sei un razzista come tutti quelli che attribuscono caratteristiche a 
popoli e non a persone (devo dire che il razzista Kahane, che 
considerava "nemico" anche un neonato arabo, attribuiva agli arabi 
caratteristiche di nemici e combattenti, mentre tu tendi piů 
all'hitlerismo, col disprezzo per le razze inferiori che hai persino 
privato della preziosa caratterizzazione di "slavi").
Tb
-- 
TBLOG
http://tonibaruch.blogspot.com

 noto nel ng.
Rotfl
Ho appena skippato quattro o cinque messaggi dove tu hai *riscritto* il 
mio intervento per commenentarlo con ragli e insulti, caro somaro 
tarocco e razzista.
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 soprattutto in Galizia?
Argomentazione debolissima, inconsistente, come pensavo. Impara da Toni 
che ha fornuito un bel link corposo invece.
Palmiro Pangloss
-- 
Giuliano Ferrara for SISMI

 come tanti altri paesi europei, 
E come Berlinguer, ricordiamolo.
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