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Zabludow; Dapim Mi-tokh Yisker-Bukh , editor: Nehama Shavli-Shimush, Published by Former Residents of Zabludow in Israel, 1987 (Hebrew) Translation from Hebrew by Ziva Rosenhand
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The Old Synagogue of Zabludow: 1635-1939, a Model by Moshe Verbin, Kibbutz Yakum

Holocaust Chapter

Our Big Tragedy
By Jacob Rogovski

… I will tell shortly about our big tragedy. On the first of September 1939 when the Second World War broke out I was a soldier in the Polish Army. Our brigade was sent to the front line, between Tsinstochov and Peutrecov. The Germans broke through all the fronts forcefully and invaded Poland with tremendous speed, our front was also broken through quickly, and already on the 6th of September 1939 I was captured as a German prisoner of war, in the city Redomsk. After a few days I managed to escape and I arrived to Warsaw. There all the Polish soldiers that retreated were reorganized and sent to the Lublin front hastily. Our resistance there was very short. Meanwhile, on the 17th of March the Polish army passed the Polish border and released the Polish White Russia and Ukraine. The resistance of the broken up Polish forces to the German army was very weak. Whoever fought against him would become a Russian prisoner of war. Among the prisoners of war were many Polish soldiers who were caught on their way to the front, I was captured in the city of Lutsk. With me there was a fellow from Zabludow, his name is Saria Fishbein. We were sent immediately to a far away place inside the Soviet Russia. In 1942 I was drafted to the new Polish army that was established in Russia and was transferred to the Near East. I deserted it in 1943 and after wanderings I got to ‘Eretz Israel ’. The people who came with me are: Abishi [Avishai] Dolinsky, Moshe Avramitsky, Rivka Binder, Shimon Robbins and his mother. I’m unable to write about our dear Zabludow, about her beautiful youth that was suffocated and killed in gas, and burnt in Treblinka by the Nazi’s, may their name and memory be erased, because the tears in the eyes are still not dry and in the heart the oath is carved never to forget, and in the blood sparks of revenge are steaming! But it would be appropriate to give some details about the annihilation of Zabludow Jews. When the war broke out a terrible panic broke out in the towns people; many were drafted, whole families were left without livelihood, and no one to help; that was in the first days of September, 1939, and on the 13th of September Zabludow was already in German hands; the Jews were not hurt yet- they were there only a few days- and on the 18th of September the town was captured by the Red Army. Before leaving White Russia and Zabludow the Nazis regretted that they had to hand over the city to the ‘dirty Russians’ and threatened, that if they’ll return they’ll slaughter all the "Jews", and they pointed to their necks.

As I mentioned, the Soviets invaded Zabludow on the eighteenth of September 1939, and life went back to normal. The Jews felt that they were free men, just like all other human beings. In all trades and occupations there were Jews; you could think that this was a Jewish republic. But this situation did not last long. On the 22nd of June 1941, Hitler (may his memory be erased) attacked Russia. The Nazis conquered Bialystok and the environs in a flash; Zabludow was set aflame by the Germans from all four directions- and was burned totally. Zabludow was also destroyed by other military means. There were only a few remaining houses outside of the town, adjoining the leather factories. Before long the Nazis banished the Jews that were left to the leather factories; there they erected a ghetto. The Jews were tightly enclosed in horrible conditions of filth and hunger. They were later transferred to Bialystok and from there to Treblinka where they were exterminated in gas chambers. My father, my uncle David and their families fled to my uncle Leible, who lived in Ribelen village, however the farmers exposed them to the Nazis. My father Zalman was killed by the Germans before my mother and my sisters’ eyes; may they rest in peace, and they went on their last journey with the other innocent martyrs.

Such was the fate of our dear Zabludow Jews. Honor to their memory!



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