One of the six. The wartime fate of a fighter from Nowolipki
Was it worth fighting for life when all that remained of my loved ones were dust and ashes? Twenty-year-old Jakub Putermilch asked himself, staring at the moldy ceiling of the bunker in Warsaw where he had survived "liberation." Behind him lay the hell of the ghetto, the forest partisans, two Warsaw uprisings, and months of vegetating in ruins. It was almost 20 a.m. on April 29, 1943. Suddenly, in the gatehouse of the tenement house at 27 Ogrodowa Street, […]