Murder Story of Berezino Jews on Internatsionalnaya Street in Berezino

Before the mass murder it snowed. The Sonderkommando arrived. My grandmother hid us in the attic of our house, which could only be reached via a very narrow aperture. She locked Esther and her children in the cellar. Grandma did not hide herself – they would search an empty house. From our hideout we heard voices and footsteps. We came out only after three days, after the gunshots and barking of dogs had ceased. It was quiet all around; the doors of the houses lay open for all to see. Suddenly we met Yakov Betushkin, one of Zelik’s study partners, who now served in the police. He shouted, “Stinking Jew!” and aimed his rifle. Mother jumped at him, and we ran away. On the way we lost Zelik and Lelik....