Murder Story of Bar Jews on the Garmaki Road

... On August 19, 1942 at 4 am we heard German voices and dogs barking, and Schutzmans [Schupo] began to knock on the doors of ghetto houses ordering everybody to get ready to go .... Where should we go and what should we take with us? Nobody knew. We were brought to the stadium from behind. There were already many people, apparently driven here together with their belongings via different routes and from different parts of the ghetto .... More and more people arrived .... They placed us in columns and began to separate the young from the elderly. When it was our turn, a fascist drove me from my mother and sister with a stroke of his lash, but my mother pushed my sister towards me and started to shout: “Donya, go to Zhenya!” The fascist drove the girl to me with a stroke of the same lash .... Thus my sister and I, together with many other girls and boys, young women and young men, lost our parents. We were brought towards the northern barracks; they, another way, towards eternity .... My mother and the father were in the same column, together with our relatives – the Gellers, the Oksmans, the Fridmans .... Our column was brought to the northern barracks, unfinished, with no windows and no doors. My sister and I were standing in the corner, snuggled up to each other. I was in some kind of stupor. From time to time a machine gun was heard. We understood – our families were being shot.