On the Outbound Train The train compartment was full of people. No question of getting a seat. There were a few Jewish men with beards, all wearing the usual long caftan. The majority of passengers in the train where Russian soldiers. They were sprawled out on the floor, smoking and spitting all around us.
We huddled together, making ourselves as unobtrusive as possible. Mother held Miriam in her arms and I was glued to that man -- my supposed father. I got tired and sat down on one of our handpacks and fell asleep. Upon waking, I feel to the ground flat on my face, hurting my nose and began to cry. This produced general laughter among the soldiers. They were bored and disgusted and looking for distraction. One of them grabbed one of the Jews by the beard and begin yanking at it. Af first the man tried to defend himself, then began to yell. The soldiers howled with laughter. No one dared come to his rescue. By now he was on his knees. What he was saying, I didn't know, but mother used to tell later how I pulled at her and cried out that they were hurting him, as though I wanted her to intervene. Finally the train arrived at a station and the soldier pushed the poor man out of the car, accompanied by obscene words.
Editor's Notes: See the Subject Index for a summary of Dorothy's descriptions of mistreatment of Jews in Wysokie.
